There are days That I look in the mirror and see An unfamiliar face There’s a disconnect and I’m Dissociative. I know it’s me, But it feels all so strange To not feel anything at all. There are off days When I speak to people And I feel nothing from their eyes They’re just empty and I’m Dissociative. You want to have some emotion But frankly, There’s none there Because a glass wall has arisen Between you and the world And that’s Dissociative. Like the time I was walking And it was a movie all around me No depth, Just a two dimensional view I was Dissociative. Or that time that I was floating In the top right of my body As only my concious, Looking down on myself Because I was Dissociative.
It’s like someone has pulled the wire that connected you and yourself/the world. Derealization/depersonalization can be scary, but it’s my reality.