No Need for another Label

Can you trust that this entire time she been fooling around with her own clock

Thinking the hands had a mind of its own; with each blink it would be 12 to 3 to 10

ignorantly, she question how a sweet taste can go bitter so quickly.

Or how a hand that was once soft, deliver such hard pinches.

Or even how smiles that once melted her heart, can send that very organ into cardiac arrest.

It perplexing, but not understandable.

No one bothered to inform that her brain has angry tumors

digging their sphincters into her . Her mind has taken her hostage

poisoning her with hallucinations, imaginary wounds

scheming her into thinking that everyone with abandon her eventually

so those friendships that once was made out of stone, turn them into glass so they can shatter easily

pull the loose thread of your peers; tuck yours in deep.

Pray hard, laugh loud, love harder because it will all turn into a memory

I'm sorry dear that you cant help to bear a tree to later swing an ax at its core

I apologize dear that you got you got you feet wet; and now your all wrinkled up and raisin like

I show empathy dear because your fears of abandonment

and no matter who you meet or what road you take, you'll always be a forgettable construction site

you got you nails and your hammer. Your measuring tape and your cordless circular saw

you got everything

but always will I unconsciously fool around with my own clock

ignorantly questioning why there was time I once dance, but now I hide under my sheets

or how my stomach can be so full; but I keep sticking my finger down my throat

or how I even love life endlessly, you endlessly, I’ll be there endlessly

but I’m cursed with a Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).

Its perplexing, but not understandable.