Beyond my disordered mind,
the inner child cries terrified.
See past the splitting
all good all bad.
Please, do not see me as only that.
Look past my anger that stems from, fear.
Look past my violent words,
my dear.
Look past what outside looks so crazy.
My need for reassurance,
that you don't hate me.
Look past my constant ups and downs,
look past them please,
and show me how.
Look past the borderline personality.
Look past it all,
but not past me.
See me not for what I have,
Please see me instead,
for
who.
I.
Am.