This was written by one of our alters, Jessa, back in 2005, she is 12, and this poem is about her relationship with our mom back then.

I have no scars because you refuse to see

I know what you think, when you look at me

delusional, deranged, damaged

I am stubborn

that’s what you say to anyone who will listen

to those who don’t walk away

denial, demeaning, dismissing

I can’t be dealt with

you throw your arms in the air

acting the victim of my pain, when really you don’t care

disgraceful, dishonest, disheartening

I am rejected, you claim I push you away

I only wanted you to listen, I’ve only asked you to stay

deadening, destructing, detonating

I am not worthy of being heard by my own mother

why would I think I could be heard by any other

deafening, demolishing, devastating

I am left in the…