When I dissociate
I become an empty void of my human self
Without a reality
Without imagination
Without a name
Without a voice
When I dissociate
I become a main character
Of my own biography
That was never played in cinemas
Never watched by my audiences
But played in a state of distress
When I dissociate
I become a foreigner in a new country
With a new identity to integrate
Learning the language to communicate
Learning its customs and values
To feel a sense of belonging
When I dissociate
I’m stranded in a misty fog
My eyes become the fog light
To drift through the grey blinding clouds
Contrasting to darkness
Like a hole I cannot climb out of
When I dissociate
I hallucinate in a world
Where people are objects
No name
No value
Roaming around like soulless zombies
When I dissociate
My alters come to life
All have their own unique personalities
Deciding on who I should become
To get me through the stressful day
Phil the Writer's Block 