Dissociative Identity Disorder took care of that
A little girl lay still
Quietly in her bed
Fighting the screams
That roared inside her head
Hiding the fear within
Eyes sealed shut
Breath contained
Too scared to move
She can longer stay
Too distressed
Her little brain floats away
Splitting itself
Forming new selves to take the pain
Anything to survive
This torturous hell
It's happening to another now
She's safe
Her psyche remains intact
Shielded from the events
Amnesia has taken care of that
When she returns
No longer aware
She continues on
As if nothing had ever happened
Totally oblivious to her own life events
We can thank Dissociative Identity Disorder for that.
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