I'll never be good enough.
Always slightly less.
I try to be someone's lover,
But always seem,
To push them to the edge.
My tongue is sharp.
My words are heavy.
My frustrations are high.
And I'm always angry.
If I were slightly better,
If my voice was soft and caressing.
If I had a different mind,
If I was someone else...
I'm a problem.
A constant problem.
I swear I never meant,
To put you in this place.
This place of discomfort.
I'm sorry that I love you.
I'm sorry I ever hurt you.
I'm sorry that I crowded you.
I'm sorry you had to leave.
YOU ARE READING
Dim.
PoetryTired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. W...
