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0 By Sarah Strutt
Below is a poem about the constant fluctuations of borderline personality disorder and how it feels to experience such opposing peaks and troughs.
The person that I present to be
Differs greatly from how I perceive me.
Deep in the pit of my stomach they are alive,
A colony of excitable butterflies.
Emotions knock me off my feet like a tidal wave,
Unaware of the reason I find myself afraid.
My heart beats like thunder crashing,
Tears fall like rain a-lashing.
In my grasp I believe that my goals can be achieved,
Then my Demons are freed and for freedom I grieve.
Beyond the clouds I dance in ecstasy
Then slump and drown in Lethargy.
In a world of perfection
Then of darkness and rejection,
A pendulum, my life, to which side will it swing?
Will I be a peasant or will I be a king?
UNITED STATES
UNITED KINGDOM
