split

no one understands how i feel

they dont understand the struggle

of being more than one person

they just dont understand

it hurts so much

multible personalites

one body

they dont understand the pain

the pain they cause by judging me

it hurts, like a knife in the back

they all call me a freak

a freak that sould not exsist

i ignore them on the outside 

but on the inside i cry

inside i am drowning

and dying

ouside i am happy

and living

split in half so perfectly

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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