Borderline of What?
I am a mirror;
I am shattered into pieces.
These pieces can be put together,
but the mirror is still cracked.
I am empty;
I am hypersensitive.
These things scare some people,
but I promise to love you as best as I can.
She says I'm promiscuous;
she says I'm not trying to get better.
These words of hers only discourage me,
but I understand she doesn't know.
I am a broken mirror, but I am well;
I am not my borderline personality disorder.