Whispers of the Soul: part 2

Personality disorder

Fractured Reflections

In the mirror's gaze, a thousand faces stare,
Fragments of a soul, a puzzle laid bare.
Each piece tells a story, each shard holds a truth,
Yet in the dance of my being, I'm lost in my youth.

Emotions like storms, they swirl and they clash,
A tidal wave rising, then fading to ash.
I wear different masks, for the world to perceive,
Yet beneath all the layers, it's hard to believe.

One moment I'm laughter, a beacon of light,
The next, I'm a shadow, consumed by the night.
I long for connection, for someone to see,
The depths of my struggle, the real part of me.

I dance through the chaos, a whirlwind of thought,
In the theater of feelings, I'm tangled and caught.
With every new twist, I search for my ground,
Yet the echoes of doubt are the loudest around.

Each relationship falters, a mirror that cracks,
As I struggle to hold on, yet push others back.
I fear the intimacy that closeness demands,
For the scars that I carry are hard to withstand.

Yet within all the turmoil, a glimmer of grace,
A yearning for healing, a chance to embrace.
For beneath all the layers, the chaos and strife,
There's a story unfolding, a quest for my life.

So I gather the pieces, though fractured they be,
In the journey of self, I'll learn to be free.
With courage as armor and love as my guide,
I'll navigate the currents, with the waves at my side.

For I am more than the labels, the pain, and the fear,
In the tapestry woven, I'll learn to draw near.
With patience and kindness, I'll walk my own road,
Embracing the journey, I'll lighten my load.

So here's to the battles, the strength we can find,
In the richness of struggle, in the depths of our mind.
For in every small step, there's a chance to break free,
In the fractals of my soul, I'll discover the real me.