It’s poetry time!
Hello, and I hope you are doing great! I’m sitting here with my cats and my loyal dog, Annie, reading poetry from other authors. She follows me around the house wherever I go, and she’s the sweetest and such a goofy girl.

Today I wrote a poem about the other me that forms when I need to face the world. Since I experience dissociation, I have a disconnect that kicks in by itself. I do not know what it’s like not to have this happen. I am curious to hear.
I suppose people who haven’t experienced this might have trouble understanding what I’m talking about. I tried to explain a little more about it in this poem.
I appreciate you taking the time to visit my site and look at my writings. 🙂
The Other Me
~you can’t’ see her with your eyes~

she lives inside of me

the other me
that you can’t see
she shields me from reality
protecting me from tragedy
within this world of fantasy
she takes me places
I can’t’ be
she feeds me
and loves me
unconditionally
when there is no one
here for me
she comforts me
she’s here to stay
she tells me
it will be ok
I love her
even though
she keeps me
from being sane
according to them
according to them
Sometimes I just don’t understand why they treated me with such disregard for my spirit, feelings, and ability just to be. However, I am not giving up on humanity.
Not everyone who crosses my path plans to hurt me, and if I never take a chance to share myself with others, I will end up miserable and alone.
People will not come knocking on my door ready to be my friend; instead, I need to reach out and be patient.
~Thanks for reading! Until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!~

Many cannot see the beauty of your soul. For wings and feathers belong to the angels. You are an angel. Keep glowing!
VOICES OF THE LOST from Medium
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