im always alone
always being checked up on by adults
being poked and proded like a toy
with these wires and tubes and fluids
flowing out of my chest like a grapevine
im a miracle to them.
but to the other kids, im a freak.
a zombie
someone who could get them sick.
what they dont realize is i am just like them
i like dolls
i like makeup
i like stories
i like drawing
i dont know why they see me as some sort of alien.
i just want to play with a kid my age.
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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.
