Hidden

Until recently

I didn’t realize

How much I dissociated

As a child.

Whenever it happened

I remember the world

Looking akin to living plastic

Taking on

A glossy texture.

It would happen

At odd moments,

I would feel vaguely stuck

In my own head,

Feeling like an outsider

A spectator

Watching a film.

I realized I was the only one

And wondered for the 80-th time

What was wrong with me.

It turns out nothing was,

In fact.

Sometimes strong feelings

Require strong coping mechanisms

To deal with

Implicit pain