There is a headache that lies deep inside my mind,
It is many voices talking at once,
Multiple people trying to front all the time,
Each person is tied to different fears,
Different trauma,
Different memories,
Different likes and dislikes,
Different friends and foes,
I can try to tell you they aren't me but that's not what you see with the naked unknowing eye,
It hurts my head so bad I cry at night,
Some days are worse than others for the voices get louder and louder till they take over,
So if you think you are talking to me it isn't always what it seems,
My personalities may look like me but they are not me,
They try to fool you because not everybody would understand why they are here,
It takes every ounce of energy in my body to coexist with them when they consistently try to take over,
They aren't to be feared they just want to be near someone who can hear them,
Who could understand them,
When they take over their feelings become my own,
When they go away I feel those same feelings for a while as if they were mine from the start,
It can be so overwhelming that I break down,
I break down because nobody truly understands what it's like unless they go through it themselves,
There are times when their memories become my nightmares,
Nightmares so terrifying that I dread the time of day that comes when I must close my eyes and try to rest my mind,
The memories they have seem so real it's as if I'm in an everlasting moment that has no end,
I can feel every inch of pain they did during that time and it makes me wish I could fly,
I don't want to feel this way,
They make me feel like a freak at times,
The aftermath of their takeover is anything from normal,
The headaches last hours upon hours,
The memories come rushing through my head like lightning in the night sky,
I get filled with tears knowing the pain they endured during those moments,
I get so drained I feel like I could sleep for days,
And when I speak say the same word on repeat for what feels like an eternity,
It makes me feel incompetent for my mind isn't my own,
And the fact that I am not the only one that's in control.....
Copyright ©️2023 by Hunter Luis Mylen
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