the split mind
Split a person. In two and you have double trouble to deal with.
this is a piece of my story.
It all started when I was five. I went to sleep and I sleep for a long time.
when I woke up I found myself in a place with a lot of people.
my mom was holding me very closely and I notice she was crying.
I looked at her face and she smile at me. A sad smile she gave me and said
-you'll be find don't worry. I'll never leave you here by yourself -
then a guy in white clothes came in and asked my mom to step outside
she refuse to so he told her
-I don't think your son needs to hear what I have to tell you-
And she said to him -is ok is better if he knows-
Then the gay sat down and started talking to my mom
I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. He said something like this.
-we spend some time with your son and came to find out that he has a split personality -
I remember thinking "spit personality. I didn't spit om anybody -
I came closer to them and asked. -am I in trouble -
-no darling -
said my mom.
-this is something that you can't control and you will have to learn to deal with it -
the guy told me
I said ok and went back to watch Tv.
my put on a brave face and they kept talking. I didn't here anything else after that.
this part of me has been dormant for quiet sometime, but lately as I am a bit isolate from everyone
this part of me started to come out. Bringing trouble my way. Causing mayhem and even making me
Loose a bit of who I am.