I am....

August 1 2016


You may or may not know me, not now or ever
Even if you are unfortunate to have me in your life, you will never see or hear me
I am silent to an outsider, hidden, covert, and I mask myself to be many other things
Those who do know me, know me very well, actually not that well at all
I am good at making myself a chameleon so just when you think you know what I am, I change
I can manifest in so many ways, where do I start? No matter how I am born one thing is certain......
YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME & NOBODY WILL BELIEVE I AM REAL

I will take who you were and destroy that person inside and out
I will make those in your life who love & respect you, look at you like you are crazy
They will not trust your word and think your actions are phony & exaggerated
They will call you a liar, a whiner, a hypochondriac, an attention seeker
They will talk behind your back about you, their whispers are what you will hear
They will slowly dissipate from your life, their presence less and less the more you need them
I will be the one who is with you 24 hours a day 7 days a week when they all leave
But I will not be your friend at all, I WILL ONLY EVER BE YOUR ENEMY

I am good at playing tricks which will leave you dazed, confused, lost & alone
I will leave you fearful of the places and people you once knew and loved
I will take away your self esteem, your self worth, your ability to function as you
I will erase your memories over time, and leave your feeling maddened & crazed
I will make you forget your name and where you live, and often forgetful of so much more
I can take away your skills & knowledge, no matter how well you used to function

I am the giver of hope, and the taker of the only life you ever knew
I will make you cry, make you scream, make you wish that I had never happened
I will break you down inside and make you question everything you are and all that you do
I will be the intrusion that fills your mind and ever faithful will I be until there is no more
You can try all you want to get rid of me but I am a permanent parasite who feeds on you
Nothing you can say will make me leave, there is nothing that can stop me from invading you

I will be the first thing you think of when you awake and the last when you fall asleep
I will haunt your dreams with nightmares which will stir you from slumber with a jolt
You can curse me, you can pray but neither does you good, so stop trying
Do you want to know who I am? Do you want to put a name to the face? I am.....

Your Traumatic Brain Injury, welcome to my fucked up world