Today I feel morose
BPD runs rampant through my mind
It’s not my fault is it, my cry arose
My guilt cannot be consigned

I hate that whenever something happens
My first thought is that I am to blame
My cognitive mind can’t abandon
This deep eerie feeling of shame

Perhaps my actions have been misconstrued
Perhaps I’m too much to bear
Perhaps I’m worthy to be booed
Perhaps I am stamped with beware

Like the government of Equilibrium my mind suppresses emotion
Like the rebels...