Poems.

disordered

They are quick to label you;
you have this,
you have that.
By the time I turned sixteen i had several.
Some that I have never even heard before.
My track record is colorful,
a folder as thick as the Bible.

The first label was emotional instability.
Disturbed of the mood.
Unstable relationships; going back and forth between love and hate.
Impulsive decisions that I would come to regret.
Seeing the world in a black and white hue
with no sign of light.

By the time i turned twelve, the work Schizophrenic floated about.
In and out of hospitals constantly.
Harsh voices plagued my mind.
Seeing hallucinations became my new reality.
It took a while for me to see the clear picture.
Took a lot of "it isn't real" to slowly convince me.

I was told I have three brains,
which are all unique.
Different names and mannerisms.
My original personality had shattered into four individual pieces.
To cope with trauma,
dissociating the days away.
Unsure about my identity,
as I have many.

Anyone can be mentally disordered.
Me, you, her, him and them.
It doesn't reflect who you truly are.
You can get through it.
Just take it minute by minute,
hour by hour,
day by day.
Then you'll reach the reward of what you truly deserve.