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Aly Mars Nov 2023
It's 2023 and I think  everyone's tired of me not participating
in Reality
Get over it
Get on with it
Get through it
It's time to be an adult again
Alyssa, it's time to function.
I didn't choose to do it I woke up like this
Next to painful cognitive dissonance
Im impregnated
with self awareness that I'm stuck like this
I left the name up to my therapist
She calls it Dissociation
Short for Borderline Psychosis

I'm intelligent and keen to the shift
In my brain
I've learned to respond to my name
But I can't control it
At least now I'm aware of the present
and that my presence is not present-tense
Nor is it past-tense
I'm alive and at the same time
I feel non-existent

What philosophy is this?
What psychology is this?
What conspiracy of reality have I disrupted and caused to shift
Explain to me why mentally and physically
I am disconnected

I am just an entity
I am a reduction of my humanity
to the simple piece of machinery
that thinks
I am my thoughts
observing and witnessing
outside of the thing that gives my life meaning
I am not one with my body
I am just aimlessly floating
In a plane of my suffering
So vast and so deep
My body rejected the parasitic entity
that I refer to as "me"
I've been ejected from the thing that gives me an identity
My therapist calls it Dissociating.

Convincing my physical being to accept me
is easier than you think
It's just that my thinking is cloudy
I think too complexly
I just need to eat

You might assume that means
My human needs
that I need protein
but once I eat and I'm full then you'll see
It's my ego that was starving
and the reason for any of my writing
is to feed it the flattery it needs.

It's only a matter of time before Dissociation wakes up from her sleep.
Aly Mars Apr 2016
HELLO MOTHER
HELLO FATHER
SORRY IM THE
DIFFICULT DAUGHTER
CANT WAIT TO SHOW YOU
ALL MY PROGRESS
TO MAKE UP FOR 23 YEARS
OF DISAPPOINTMENT
Attempting to resolve emotional issues with the  canine advantics song. All I got was this cynical poem and that stupid song stuck in my head.
Aly Mars Apr 2016
And if you wonder why the marks I left are still embedded with my finger prints it's because my presence there is fresh
Like the smell of my perfume in his bed
Like the loose strands of my hair from his hands on my face and my head
I came before you did.
Aly Mars Mar 2016
I wonder what it's like to go home with the one you love
Instead of going home alone to spend each empty night on drugs

I don't know much about affection when the wrong tolerance is tested
I can handle almost anything except emotional investments.
This poem is old and I've found sobriety since.
Aly Mars Feb 2016
How did I manage
to be my own captive
on a capsized ship
I set sail on as captain
Now i’m the spit of the sea
on the shore of an island
when the ocean tasted me
she got violent
I sometimes like to rap this to instrumental beats.
Aly Mars Feb 2016
Rain is lightly kissing Earth and Earth is begging Rain to stay

I'm learning how to be a sanguine Sun on somber days.
Aly Mars Feb 2016
Undress my existence
Expose my bones
Fix my fractures with kisses
I want to be whole.
Fulfill my little wishes
Plant a garden in my skull
Fall asleep beneath my ribcage
Until it feels like home.
In time, you will find
The bend in my spine
Like a crooked stack of books
With my entire life defined.
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