I wrote this poem in January of 2024.
Reddit wants to make sure I’m real and not a spam bot
and even I ask myself this today
as I feel completely numb
as I feel like my emotions are turned off
And I’m a new kind of mellow
the kind of mellow that’s a zombie
functioning and existing with a stoic demeanor
feeling completely detached from who I truly am
over medicated and toned down
to barely subtle static and white noise
Is this what it’s like to be normal?
Life on the BPD 
I’ve wondered too about various medications and what impact they have on my moods, specifically what you discuss here in this poem – ‘feeling completely detached…..” and the years fly by and it’s maybe too late to get my old self back. I know I miss my old self, but I try to stay positive about the new, easier said than done.
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