I wrote these little poems in the middle of the night last night to explain how I am feeling when it comes to how bad the borderline is right now.
"Who?"
Am I me?
Am I her?
Am I who you want me to be?
I can barely remember
Who I am supposed to be today.
I'm here.
She's here.
But who's in charge?
Who is it that everyone
Is supposed to see?
It surely isn't really me.
She's better.
I am worse.
I
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