A poem about living with dissociative identity disorder.
Do you know just how it feels
to hear the song of many different voices
singing your every journey on through life
and not in harmony, either
niggling, crawling around your ear
reality tearing at the seams
endless burning surrounding
through various conflicting noises
time disintegrating all to dust
as over one it becomes dawn
another, shining stars at nightfall
stripping thoughts at every switch
each one wanting to take centre stage
all hands of different ages
groping around your brain
looking in the mirror
to a face that is no longer the same
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