The kaleidoscope spins,
I can’t control it.
I’m only given the view of
It’s perspective.
Running through a house of mirrors,
Trying to find which one is me.
A life plagued with dissociation is
A prison with a warden,
You can’t find.
Who will let me out of here?
Where are the keys?
I’m here now, present now,
But soon enough…
I will be ripped away again.
Flung into the free-fall of identity crisis,
Switching personalities against my will.
Left to find the door back to myself,
Whoever she is.
I don’t want to be this way,
I want to control the kaleidoscope.
Maybe someday I will shatter the mirrors
And only I will remain.