No other colours
Except black and white,
No other feelings
Just good or bad.
One minute soaring
In high unending joy
The next minute spiraling
Into unending doom.
No apparent way
To escape the voices
In the mind they lay.
Damn the insecurities
And heightened emotions.
All that's felt is pain
While moving through the motions.
**This poem is about Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). It's a mental illness which causes victims to feel extremely heightened emotions. They tend to switch between emotions rapidly, being extremely happy and joyous one moment and switching to other extremes. They over analyze people and situations as for them there's only either good or bad, no in between. Please raise awareness.
