I hate this term!
As a mentally ill woman,
what makes you think
you know, what’s better for me?
Let alone to know what makes me think?
The surface is what you see,
and if I don’t know you well;
what you see is your own image.
I wear it better, maybe that’s why they envy me?
I have my own flaws, I learned to take accountability.
That’s the difference,
that some cannot see.
A symptom for BPD is guilt and shame.
I have managed it,
I say it out loud!
Those who have wished on my downfall, I see them drown!
You know nothing,
i’ll let you in on a secrete,
I am very proud
of who I am!
I don’t care about the fame,
just here me out.
As write MY LIFE away!