🎭BPD🎭

Your bum is attached to the cold, hard plastic seat beneath you

Your eyes are glued to the string in front of you and you hope that one day you’ll become a charm on that string

but until then, your eyes are glued to her.

Your voice changes

You mimic and follow

Your hair is different now

Even the way you walk is different

You reek of some odor that is too floral and fragrant and it makes you stink, but why don’t they?

Pieces of metal hang from your ears.

Congratulations, you’re a charm on that piece of string now!

But you’re a black charm. Not pink.

Hey! At least you’re next to the biggest one right?

No. You’re the only one on the left side. The pink charms are all glued together on the right.

You try to join the other pink charms, hoping they’ll paint you pink like them, but the big charm in the middle blocks you.

The only way to make it to the other side is to come off the string.

But wait, you won’t be apart of the string anymore.

the alarm sends shockwaves through your body. you shake

you groan and lie there

staring at the ceiling, focusing in at the knick on the wall

slowly, you fade into a fuzzy abyss of nothingness

no thoughts

head empty

15 minutes have passed

are those butterflies? or are those flies?

you float past the mirror and you stop

you’re lost but the water is still running and you watch the water gush out onto the hands in front of you

are those your hands? are they yours?

do you even have hands?

are you YOU?

what even is YOU?

you look back in the mirror, unsure of what to do with the being staring back at you

what is that? Who even is that?

you float back to wherever it is

to start your day

throughout the day, people react to the figure you see in front of the mirror and you have no choice but to act as if you and the figure are one.

at the end of the day

you float to your room

shut the door gently