bpd, Poetry

Borderline Personality Disorder

You are a true bitch, changing things at the drop of a hat.

Then the flip of a switch, everything is okay just like that.

When you love it is to the extreme, changing in an instant becoming hateful and mean.

Then you finally feel you belong, only to find you were wrong.

Approval you will always seek, I believe it makes you weak.

Open wounds do not scar, you just want to be loved for who you are.

The pain of the past doesn’t have to last. Talk about it hand it to the savior, the fire is lit changing your behavior.

You may not be as good as before, but a bitch you will be no more.

Jill L. Ware

Poetry

Addiction Is No Racist

Red, yellow, green or blue, She will come after you.

No matter what gender, to her promises you will surrender.

She comes disguised as many things, with her chaos and lies she brings.

Sex, drugs and food to name a few, she will control all you do.

Not much to say you feel depleted, if she has her way you’ll be deleted.

You can tell her to find another, you are someone’s brother.

Hold your head up high, it won’t be easy I can’t lie.

Show her you are stronger than she, forever rehabilitated you will be.

Jill L. Ware