Mental Health | Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
My Dissociated Self Speaks To Me
She tells me it’s okay to feel like a ghost in your own skin
i look in the mirror and i see us
fractured glass
cracked like the sky before a storm
one face but many eyes staring back
wide and knowing
the mirror whispers my name in fragmented syllables
each shard of glass holds a different face
a different me
i stare into eyes that are not my own but they belong to me, to us
the cracks run deep
deeper than skin, deeper than bone
an endless maze where i wander, searching for the core
who am i if i am she, if she is me?
who am i if i am them and they are me?
she says she’s me but
i don’t remember when we met
or how she knows the stories i forgot
the pain i hid inside a box
wrapped tight in layers of silence
who am i when the sun rises and i forget to be whole?
who am i when the moon pulls me apart, strand by strand
into a tangled mess of voices, each one softer than the last?
