Dissociative Identity Disorder

I've no real friends

All of them wear a mask

Not physical - attached to heads

With poorly-made elastic bands

To hold it in place

These masks lie deep within

They mask their soul

They hide their intentions

You think they're a caring person

But I've been fooled too many times to know

They are all frauds

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It's an absolute farce

Like a blindfolded referee

Backstabbings will commence soon enough

But all I want is everything in its right place

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