Poem by Dana L. Young
Will I ever wake up and find
That things are better this time?
That you aren’t angry
And I’m not misunderstood?
Will it be a day that you actually
Feel good?
A day where anger isn’t your
First reaction
To every situation.
And lashing out verbally
On every occasion.
Is that just a dream that
In reality
Doesn’t truly exist for me?
I wonder because no matter
What I do to help you
Feel better.
You reject it and end up
Ruining a good day.
But I always forgive you,
Anyway…
So when I wake up tomorrow
Will that be a day of sorrow?
Or will it be the very first day
That you wake and things are okay?
Dana Young (c) October 1st, 2025
– Living with my parent with Borderline Personality Disorder…-