Bpd

Tremendous anxiety is shading her days Because the past she's lived has shapen her ways Both good and bad as she's up and down. She smiles so brightly only later to frown. She knows yet is confused and right, but wrong As she's back and forth like a game of ping pong. She will love, but later push away. Always extreme measures taken; this is her way. I hope in the future she will learn to be content And stops acting so selfish and irreverent. I know she'll occasionally cry and need to vent But I just want her to be happy. This is what I meant.