This poem is about Borderline Personality. About responsibility, behaviour and its necessary consequences. True to manipulative form, the 'victim' can blame the 'rescue' team and revel in alleged abandonment, as a self-fulfilling prophecy
Turbocharged you refuse to stop at the sentry Full speed ahead on the racetrack of manipulation Safety belt suspending the breaks in free flight Airbag punctured long ago in rapid disconnect I put up traffic lights for you at so many T-junctions Set boundaries and barriers on both sides of the road Built bridges and roundabouts and paid traffic fines But violations kept coming and you crossed the red line Some say you are too young to have a driving licence And recite chaos theory for your very own highway to hell De-rooted yield signs lie broken next to strewn promises Sweet child now it is time to gather your scrap heap alone I won’t be drawn into further collusion and enablement Must wave the chequered flag of surrender of abused trust You will crash on and on until you take consequent charge I will not rescue you any longer but secure my own lane 30th January 2020
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