Fragmented
Like broken glass on the ground
Mirroring distorted versions
Of everything around
Light bouncing off as though unwanted
In a disarray of colours
Prismatic rainbow reflections
Expressed on the walls in sporadic projections
Broken and deteriorating space
Shards like grass, shards like snow
You'll find glass littered only in this place
A place that only I will ever know
Staring back through the cracked mirror
That covers an entire wall
A distorted version of identity
Expressing dimensions of obscenity
Words on the walls
Scratchy black ink and carved wood
Phrases said, my being falls
Expressions being misunderstood
A broken record of shattered thoughts
Key reflections of something deeper inside
Another person - different version
Stuck in this distortion
Of a broken mirror
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I wrote this to express the frustrations being strugglers of DID
(dissociative identity disorder)
(aka: multiple personalities)
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let's end mental health stigmas
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Poesia"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
