Dissociation

While learning about the power of dissociation in my psychology class, I came up with this poem in a desperate attempt to dissociate myself from a  morbid video I had to watch in my history class regarding the horrors of slavery. Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is I took my inspiration from what I learned in psychology and was able to write it all out in history as means of a distraction. So here it is:

Dissociation
Is my salvation

From things that terrify

Is it my health or sanity

That I should keep in line?

There is no way to keep away

The ghosts that haunt my mind

So I make up a secret place

That horror cannot find

Dissociation

They call my place

of hidden fantasy

Where no one hears

my wretched screams

Or sees atrocity

Its not so bad

Its not all wrong

For one thing does it keep

The only thing I do have left

My mind and sanity

So let me keep my hidden place

Of haunted fantasy