Dear Mom & Dad,
If you could peak into my mind like a window
Only then would you truly know..
I suffer from an illness that makes it hard to let anyone in..
It's emotionally crippling, and makes me feel like my whole existence is a sin..
The medical name is Borderline Personality Disorder
Spent years wrongly diagnosed as Bipolar. .
There is no cure for this devastating curse,
And I'm told it only gets worse.
Being abandoned is my biggest fear,
Yet I sabotage any relationship that gets near..
The ability to feel so intensely that I have no control
Cry at the slightest tug of my soul..
Reading every face expression
As if it was another life lesson..
Wandering, if I skipped ahead would I think this was a blessing?
This wasn't something I was born with or caught along the way,
Being a neglected child is the number one cause they say.
I should have been cherished and smothered with love..
Instead you were to busy with drinking and drugs..
Sure, you look back and believe you did your best
But truth is raising your child was left to the rest..
Lonely, sad childhood gone unnoticed,
Now trapped in this grown up body unable to focus..
I hold no resentment for this unintentionall disorder,
I realize we all have regrets as we get older..
You are more then a parent, your a person too,
I'm sure you would have done things differently if you only knew..
If the child in me could ask you one favor
It would be to educate yourself on Borderline Personality behavior. .
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- Published: September 8th, 2021 09:14
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Sing your Truth! a powerful write..
but remember, to utilise that same sympathy you're asking for,
when you're dealing with others..
grow, and overcome your unfortunate's of life
soar high and free, until
you can see those fortunate aspects in your dawn's horizon..
(keep writing and sharing,
not only to create more awareness, but to allow yourself an opportunity to find those lost truth's about yourself, that get muddled up, if allowed to remain hidden inside)
and remember, you are Not your mental state,
rather, your mental condition is a reflection of your 'current', state
and you can always strive to Change your life's 'momentary' state..
like a facebook profile, begin with willingly changing your status
and intrust the universe do the rest...
I wish you the very best,
I'm proud to be a witness to your fight for a chance of happiness...
Stay strong!
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