Dissociative Identity Disorder V 2 Poem by Ramona Thompson

Don't you dare mess with our Ramona
In her psyche deep
We wait to be called upon
Saviors when there is too much pressure in her life to handle
Sudden and violent we will take over in an instant
Our goal to destory and remove all obstacles

One day you may be harassing her
The next you could be suffering our payback
Cold and cruel
We known no bounties
If you push her far enough
It will be us
Her darker
Not so nice better halfs
Who come fighting back

Attacking without waiting
For an explantion or an apology
There will be no mercy
When we are in control
Mean and hardly ever serene
Vocal
Everything she holds back
Too shy and afraid to admit
We will send brusting to the surface
Like a million angry bubbles
Just waiting to consume the cruel masses

Insane?
Doubt morons like you even know or want to learn the meaning of the word as we know it
All too up close and well
Evil?
No, not really
Think of us rather as somewhat overproticve friends
Inspired to stand together as one
To form a line of defense to protect our #1 quarterback
Young, native and just a bit too weak to handle the real world on her own

A horrible mess in the making she would be for sure
Without us there
To help guide her through
Inch by inch
Slowly we build up what we can of her
To make her better
One day praying that she will be able to stand on her own
Devils we're really not
Everyone should have a couple of extra alters around
To help clean up the messes that they can't

Would't you all agree?

2008 Ramona Thompson