The Kids - Poem by keelie cooper
There are others who live in the same mind as me,
Samuel, Kato, baby Alice and Shirley,
Samuel is six and cries through the silence,
Whereas Kato is sixteen and resorts to violence,
Shirley is 13 and is usually quite sad,
She hates herself and can’t stand her Dad,
With alcohol and scissors she tends to self harm,
More often than not blood drips from her arm.
Baby Alice doesn’t understand why every single night,
Daddy creeps into her room and turns out the light,
She’s too young to question her Dad,
Or grieve for the innocence she never really had.
The professor is the boss, the source of the voice,
He tortures Alice and leaves her no choice,
She complies with his orders, but sometimes she wins,
He tells her to die to let go of her sins.
To him she is worthless, hopeless and weak,
As her mind is burning a tear rolls down her cheek,
He’s the one that tells Shirley to knock back the drinks,
He destroys her life and controls how she thinks.
I’ve been told that I suffer from MPD,
So different personalities erupt out of me,
I can be nine different people, and change very fast,
My own defensive mechanism conjured up from the past.
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