Faces Of Me (Coping With D.I.D.) Poem by Living Experience

Not sure what I’m feeling,
Whirl winds hardly describe,
The panic attack I’m having,
All of our thoughts collide.

The pounding of the headache,
Blood pressure rising so fast,
I can’t hear what you’re saying,
Voices screaming – we’re free at last.

Who am I then I have no clue,
Kind, Loving, Childish and Nice,
Maybe the Gate Keeper,
Who’s angry and belittles to entice.

Alters exposed their job now complete,
Revert back into the depths of my soul,
Calmness subsiding – normal heart beat,
Here I stand confused and alone.