From Kody, an alter, written to Shirley, our birth person!

You think we’re evil, We’re what you made us to be

Forgotten containers Of your childhood debris

Scattered memories That rise from the ground

And wait for the day You’ll finally turn around

If you looked in our eyes You’d see through to our soul

The pain has eroded And taken its toll

We’ve waited long, and been stored away deep

You trigger by the word But we are the black sheep

We did not come upon you The devil within

But split from the seams, Your very closest of kin

You don’t have a right To pass us off and turn away

Without each and every one of us You wouldn’t be here today

We are the holders Of what you could not behold

The flames, the chants, What is bled eventually ran cold

What you call evil, What you casually label as dark

What we are is the only thing That could keep fuelling your spark

You managed, you struggled, you fought

Where did you get the energy within

That energy is us

The thrown away… inside your own skin

Kody, age 15

C2007