Broken: Did Alters
She doesn’t get triggered too much anymore,
She’d put all her worries to bed,
When she figured each nuance of folks she lived with,
After meeting them all up in her head,
There was a small cranky lady, all stubborn and stern,
With tied back, frazzled wispy old hair,
And a small little boy, all innocent and nice,
Who had a favourite little brown teddy bear,
And each personality had their own style of art,
From pop, to cube, to nouveau,
And one liked the speed of the fastest race car,
Whilst another liked going real slow,
But the most amazing thing she saw in her mind,
The thing that made each one unique,
Was when she watched every dream they had every night,
When all of her alts were asleep.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2020
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