2 May 2012
The bars that hold me in
Are hand-made, well crafted.
The guards that watch over me
Are distracted, parted.
One says yes whilst the other disagrees
My thoughts switching.
Forever conflict inside of me.
My conscience is twitching.
I battle every day inside my own mind, against me.
This is my life. A life with BPD.
Guarded • Opuss № I