Alternate,
that’s all I am.
Mind-state,headmate,
just a few of the names.
But I’m real enough
to play games,
real enough to
be able to take
all the blame
from all those
who claim she’s
not mentally stable,
and so incapable.
Still, they’ll take
every single chance
that they’re able
to say I’m not real,
that I can’t possibly
feel and that I don’t
exist and it can’t
really be trauma that
made her like this.
Like all that I did
didn’t matter at all,
like I wasn’t the guard,
like I wasn’t the wall
that kept her safe
from every attack,
that it wasn’t me
always pulling her
back from ledge and
back from the edge
of an early demise.
Of course I’m not real,
of course I don’t feel,
and of course I
don’t even exist
in their eyes.
But they’re lies.
It’s all lies.
Because with you
it’s different and
I come alive when
you look in my eyes,
like I’m not just
the shadow of
someone else