you tell me that i don’t seem like someone with borderline personality disorder

i tell you that i mask 

i mask so well that sometimes i don’t even know what i am feeling 

i mask so much i never know when it’s okay to take it off

i spend so much energy masking that i sleep for twelve hours a night 

i mask to survive

the day, the stigma, the sterotypes

i mask to save my friendships 

because i know i am too much 

when i don’t mask 

disaster strikes, my world crumples

no one knows what to do when i am not okay 

trick is, i am never okay 

i just mask to save my life 

& to save your day