A part of me wants to see
The world for what it’s not,
A part of me loves to hate
The life that I've got,
A part of me wants to be
An epitome of victory,
The moment people point at me
I try to hide the other three;
Four quarters add to be the
One who’s forgot.
When cruel people laugh at me,
My pride is all I've got;
Cruel people call me mad
But trust me, I’m not.
Based on Dissociative Identity Disorder
She ordered another drink
He was already high on her;
She sipped at her glass-
He drank in her charm, her tattoo, her careless beauty.
She made smoke rings
He inhaled the broken wisps
She left;
He served drink to the next customer.

— The End —