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