I have an alter/personality by the name of bysshe. This is a poem she wrote during 2001.
Just sharing:
Nightmares, so very vivid in my mind.
Flashes of the past and a myriad of additions blended in with it all.
Fear.
I feel it and it’s breaking me.
Tearing at my very soul – taking my spirit along with it.
Would I rather be numb?
Perhaps, today, yes.
Putting the mask on and wearing it as perfectly as I always have.
But, inside, feeling so imperfect all the while.
I realize we all are – all parts, all others, friends, even enemies.
But for some reason this feeling of imperfection is certainly working to break me.
Broken…I feel so broken.
The dreams scare me.
© 2001 bysshe
wow … that sounds so very familiar … wonderful and powerful way to put that to words.