Walking on the edge of all or nothing.
I believe there is something.
Something between the edge of confusion.
But how does one get there?
And it's amusing to see,
How deluding she can be,
Yet both knows & not knows
The mental mystery.
The mental mystery of how & when,
Good or Bad,
Love or Hate.
This black and white view is not so great.
Because on the edge of all or nothing,
There lies something.
But how does one get to something that's between nothing?
-PizzaSeizure
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PoetryThis is poem is an open poem, but to me it is about someone who struggles with BPD and is stuck in the either or perspective which is one of the many symptoms of the disorder called "black and white thinking" . It is short but I really hope you like...
