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Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley

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by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley
Saturday, May 19, 2012
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Borderline Personality Disorder is one of the hardest to treat. Very low success rate


  

Chocolate!

Chocolate! How I love it I’ll make a pie

Dreadful stuff it lands on thighs

I don’t see its worth in life

Who does want a real fat wife!

 

But master cook I tend to be

Creating all these delicacies

What am I saying I burn water too

Who do I think I can fool…

 

I know I’ll open a delicatessen

Women will flock in by the seven’s!

I can whip up anything!

In my world it’s everything!

Who am I kidding I’m no leader

I’m so dumb I only teeter

 

Let me bring a cookie gift

What do you mean? Why so remiss?

If you see me, I have demands

Oh what the hell you don’t understand

Anger fumes that you can’t see

Are you blind just look at me!

I’ll show you then I’ll take my life!

Then you’ll know of all my strife

 

Mother doesn’t want to help

She is my angel, no she’s my hell

Tries to fool me with her smiles

Deep inside I am on trial

I know by heart I have been branded

Once again to be abandoned

 

But I’m so happy can’t you see

My dreamland taking over me

Love love love it moves the world!

Not for me I’m such a squirrel

 

Panicking I cannot breathe

I need to run, I need to leave

He will leave me don’t you see!

Not the first or last to be

For I have begged him I have tried

Yet once again I have been fried

 

I’m so empty deep inside

Sometimes very hard to hide

I’m so worthless, you’ll insist

Deeper down into abyss

There’s no hope no not for me

Only buried out to sea

 

Carolee Dennis-Woosley

May 19, 2012

 

 

 




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Reviewed by Regis Auffray 1/16/2014
Oh the "ups and downs," they're enough to drive one mad... ...and often, the afflicted ones feel as though they are just that. A most grasping offering well-shared, Carol. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis
Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader) 1/18/2013
Ok just taking some time going over all your poetry Lilly, I was not aware of this disorder. They must be miserable who have to live like this

Mark
Reviewed by Edith Wilde (Reader) 7/22/2012
I knew a neighbor like this, always scared to death she would be left, her husband finally left. I think she needed some counseling, most of us stay clear of her. Her mood is unpredictable and she is difficult to get along with.

Edith
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 5/20/2012
Very sad. I know a few folks who have this, and they struggle with it just about every day.
Reviewed by Budd Nelson 5/19/2012
Lily,
you have put a delicate face on a real problem that many suffer from unkown to the majority.
Budd
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 5/19/2012
I may have had something like when I was younger but I think with time and age anyone CAN help themselves through ANYTHING...I mean look at me, I was one sick young guy at one time, now look at me, I am one sick old man...LOL, I think its all in the way life is looked at, just smile through it and things have got to change...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 5/19/2012
I believe I have suffered this horrible disease(?) most of my life and only recently diagnosed myself as one who has it.

Your poem reflects how Borderline Personality Disorder people think and how their feelings about themselves hop-scotch all over the place. I enjoyed this.
Reviewed by D. Vaineo 5/19/2012
Carolee, I believe it is one of the worst disorders
along with pyschopath and sociciopath...Interesting.

Always,
Deborah

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