BPD, how I love to hate you,
You’ve made my life so hard.
But really where would I be,
If you hadn’t become my guard?
I hate how you twist every single word,
And make me question what is real.
But I love how you jump to defend me,
Before I even have time to feel.
I hate the chaos you bring to my days,
The burn of a furious flame.
But I love how you shield me from breaking,
While taking the brunt of the blame.
I hate that you never let me rest,
Always waiting for the floor to drop.
But I love that you saw what they did to me,
And swore you would make it stop.
You’ve caused me pain I can hardly bear,
But you protected me when I was small.
You’ve always had my back when attacked,
You’re the only thing that saved me at all.
