You cannot see me
I am whom, I have to be
You cannot know me
I am not, who you think I am
One person by day
Another by night
You cannot help it
When the mind is always in turmoil
When it’s impossible to contain
The demons in your head
When trauma has broken all fortitude and resolve
And you spiral into that chasm of depression
You cannot stop it
When the horrors you’ve witnessed
Rip apart your fragile mind
When the brain triggers a cathartic response
And dissociate personalities are born
When she wakes, she is Anne.
The eager song of morning birds
Triggers her happy and normal side
The one that everyone knows.
Until sunset arrives, and it’s Lisa’s turn!
The red glow on the horizon,
its purple and orange hues
Trigger her dark and deadly side.
She does not remember
Her mind has locked that memory away
She does not know why
She wakes up with paint, bruises and blood on her hands
She panics and shock puts her in a trance
Until the call of morning birds
Wakes her again as Anne.
Innocent and happy.
Her mind won’t let her remember!
The terrible things that evil man did!
And how that trauma
Split her in two!
So each sunset
She strips on her leather in a trance
Dawns her mask of many colours
As twilight awakens the Lisa within
Sent into the night
To avenge her broken soul
It was challenging to squeeze this vast mental condition into one poem, so i recommend you google “Dissociate Identity Disorder” to know more.
I hope you enjoy reading this and that it brings you some awareness.
Stay safe, and stay loving.