Despicable, Dissociative Me
A Poem by Mark Hogans II
I feel like I should explain the best way I know how
About the disorder inside of me trying to come out
Its triggered by sadness, it feeds on my pain
Sometimes it just appears and takes over my brain
My mind and my body aren’t my own
For a more sinister person waits to sit on my throne
Who casts me down inside myself all alone
Just a passenger in my own flesh and bone
Everything that’s me fades away, I’m no longer just Mark
As I scream and I cry inside, alone in the dark
Mark Hogans II
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About the Creator
Mark Hogans II
I am a mental health advocate and suffer from DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). I use my poetry to convey my thoughts, emotions, and struggles in hopes that others will relate and know they aren’t alone.
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