Buried emotions and living to survive
Not knowing how I came to arrive
Lost time is a puzzle
Simple activities are a daily struggle
The women within are different, you see
Oftentimes, we disagree
Fears and passions are buried within
Making me feel like I’m living in sin
A part of me is assertive and bold
The other is more self-controlled
When feelings start to rise
I space out and close my eyes
Another woman emerges in protectiveness of myself
It’s as if I hang my true identity on a shelf
I know she’ll come back one day
Perhaps it will be in May
She’ll take charge of the events I cannot handle
Shining bright like a candle
Once the task is done, I am back to awareness
I can’t help but feel the unfairness
The possession of my body I cannot stand
A good bit of my life seems banned
There are tears I cannot cry
I wish you understood the reasons why
Life itself is amiss
To be whole would be pure bliss
By: Brittany Benko
*This poem was inspired by the book, Sybil, I had just recently read. She was a rare case of multiple personality that had sixteen selves.
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