Multi

A/N: This is the kind of weird poetry Cuzo comes up with in her darker moods. Yes, I am talking about myself in third person. I do that; it confuses people.

Warning: mention of death and torture. Dark.

Multi

Chained to the shadows, chained to the wall,

I can see how well she holds others in thrall.

There is pain in my world, my world spun of lies,

This tangled web of deceit where all but me dies.

Why am I still living? Why am I still here?

Why have I not shattered under this tremendous fear?

I've absolved so many whose bones therein now lie.

The only other question I need answered is, "Why do I not cry?"

For I've seen white shores and black under crimson skies.

So run from me, fly from me, avert your pure little eyes,

For I am evil, a reflection of the past—

Another of my selves I'm not certain I'll outlast.

A/N: Yes, the subject of this poem is multiple personalities. The friend I first showed it to said she guessed the subject by the end of the fourth line.