Beyond the Eye of the Storm


Medicinal uncertainty
Blue capsules to my mentality
Diagnosis of my disorder
Is bad for inpatient's sanity.

Call it the perfect storm.
Infantile sensitivity.
Greeted by the war zone
Of constant hostility.

Twister of subtlety
Hurricane of punished thought
Born atop a chess board
Sacrificed without stop.

Put in the position
With more to protect than self.
Becoming a copper shield
My own preservation on the shelf.

A family built of hierarchy
Politics abound.
backhanded manipulation
From everyone around.

Vulnerable opportunity
Flocked to like wolf to sheep.
Whispered whiskey words
While mommy is asleep.

These perverse attachments
Count at seven
Maybe more.

Nights I can't remember
But I woke bruised
And bleeding
On the floor.

Now its all combined
A persistent background agony.
The result; I survived.
Diagnosis; Borderline Personality.