I wrote this in 2010 when I got my first salaried job after college. I thought I was losing a part of my carefree identity. One of the BPD traits I have is this constant confusion and change in my identity. This is apparent in this poem.

Restless spirits of the past

bother my feelings of the future

I’m slowly becoming the cliche

I never wanted to become

The right amount of kids 

Mr.Right and now the salaried job

The carefree single girl

 is forever almost gone

and became the adult woman

But still a tiny part of her

Holds on to a string 

Of hope, carefree hope

That her former self

Is not completely killed

By the new woman 

In the conservative clothes 

and family