i have never in my life looked down
for i am always looking up, up, up
speaking to my father
my friends
my mentor
looking up at their bright and cheery faces
a short, cute, helpless girl
thats all they see me as
with my pale skin and thin white hair and room covered in medical equipment
i am always looking up at them
that is, until
i looked down at their horrified faces as i fell.
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My Hallucinatory Masterpeice
PoetryAn anthropology of poems from the perspective of galatea claude, from identity v. This was written by Galatea Claude-Valden, who is an alter in a DID system.
