crowded head

Despite having a head full of people, I am lonely.
I am lonely in that crowded room.
No one speaks to me, in that room
they speak for me, as if I don't exist.
One is playful, she plays for me
because I cannot play...
One is dutiful, she organizes and manages my day,
because I am not able too
One punish's me, because I am a bad person
One ignores me, as she is mute.
One babysits me, when I am scared,
because I am a big baby.
One takes my body, and uses it for her pleasure,
leaving me alone and wanting...
All these people in my head,
working together to rid me of me.
a coop of enemy combatants, seeking to overthrow 
my presence. 
To all of them, I am unworthy, stupid, ignorant, and useless.
If this were not so, then they would not be in my head...they would not have jobs to do...they would not exist.  
But because they are all in my head, 
they do exist, this just proves I am broken non-person.  A real person would not need alters to navigate a day...
A real person plays, loves, works, and experiences joy and a sense of accomplishment....
A non-person has to rely on others to do those activities for her.
Take away the alters, the 6 people in my brain, and sparrow is nothing but flesh and bones with a pathetic beating heart....
A lonely fragment of a human.

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