Bipolar Borderline Brat
A coming out story
My trauma came late,
was done to me,
at me, against me,
for extended periods
of time.
.
The acts were maliscious,
they were accidental,
and on purpose. a bifurcation
of the mind.
.
At the end of the scene,
when the director
yells cut,
where the curtains close,
we hold our breaths,
and wait. For absolution,
for consiliation, forgiveness,
.
an apology, we wait,
for something.
.
You depart.
You move on.
.
I am still here, holding.
.
I am not ok.
I am not going anywhere,
.
But I will not be a corpse
to the victimization story:
.
the never ending,
soul shattering,
holy grail,
pain infinity train.
.
The one that drives us all
fucking crazy insane.
.
Because I am a
Bipolar Borderline Brat,
.
I am a shitstorm of strength.
I have conquered every day
up to today. I am a walking
miracle.
.
I am made
of more than that.
About the Creator
Poetry Landscapes
We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com
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