Dissociative Identity

A little bit like a mystery, the voices in my head

A little bit of my misery, she frowns as she says

The things I live by are not things that they would dare understand

The girl that guides me is a friend that I could never have planned

Dissociative, the doctor puts my feet on the ground

I've never hated, the system that had given me sound

When I was younger these delusions weren't always the same

Now that I have a name, I know that I won't ever be sane

And there were five of us, each one a facet of myself

No one that guided us, but we were standing by ourselves

I am not crazy, but acceptance won't just let me come clean