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.

I want to be torn by life

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

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