She had good intentions, or no intention at all...
I see her standing there now...
scantily clad, a queer smirk on her face. Lighting up a dim bar;
a gregarious outburst in a quiet unsure party.
Or maybe this time a sincere touch...
to an untouched,
Everyone saw what wasn't really there.
They saw this confidence. This aura of egotism.
And for lack of a better term..
Sure, I'd like to personify a lot of the things others thought,
or fancy me to be..
And in some ways I was. When I am my best me,
I can occupy the skin of anyone.
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I have a psychiatric disorder called Borderline Personality Disorder. Though I have come a long way in my treatment both medicinally and therapeutically I spent many years disguised. I can't say even I knew who was under that veil.