Borderline Personality Disorder

I - for whatever reason -  
 take emotional distress harder than
most other people, and usually  
         go so far to say that the distress  
       becomes a physical pain.  
 
   I guess it's because I  
        never really grew up - or
at the very least never outgrew  
my social sensitivity, which
      I see as the source of my psycho - logical anguish.
 
   The problem is that I know it,
and feel great self - loathing from
    the fact that I feel so shitty -
             because of people who care
about my happiness.
 
Which is the defense mechanism to my
   infantile sensitivity: if  
I am hurt or take offense at something, the  
        blame (and subsequent anger) - which my psyche  
          demands assigned - rests with me.  
 
   Such ardent self - loathing keeps  
     my stupid emotions in  
check by directing them towards the real  
 cause of my "distress" -
     my stupid, unavoidable immaturity.
 
- and it works damn well too.