The first person is consistent.

Universal.

I existed because someone let me.

I become what others thought.

They gifted me in fairy presents.

Except I do not receive beauty, music, or a loop hole.

I am given love, happiness, and a rabbit hole.

I am corruptible, but not yet.

It's ripe and there for the taking

But instead I'm left hanging there

Through storms that leave me iced.

The worm wiggles its way inside

I try to fight back but by then there's flies.

They lay down their maggots, stuffing the emptiness.

I become what others wanted of me.

I lose my voice on purpose.

The second person faked.

Delusional.

You laughed too loud.

You ate too much.

You never spoke about the truth

Because the truth is what you make it.

You read so many history books

You learned to lie like a scholar.

Articles upon articles, peer-reviewed,

sourced, and cited proper.

Your perfect grades, clean reputation,

And your magic all hide the fear.

Misdirecting attention with card tricks and party favors.

So that when you take off the costume

The skin underneath goes tender and raw.

The air stings, but you think,

"Just wait for morning. Just wait, and you can put it back on."

The third person

is a run on sentence with zero qualifications to be a proper sentence who never feels a damn thing because she had her spine ripped out as someone tried to yank her into nothingness but she held on because everyone was pulling on her, everyone was trying to save her from him when really all it felt like was they were trying to save themselves some pain, so they resurrect a girl who never wanted to be there all so they can pretend she's alive, but they help her grow her spine back by force feeding her and puppeteering her along in life until she starts to realize how to go through the motions.

She learns to go quiet and dark

When the sun is always out

And the sound is constantly on.

The fourth person is us.

We help each other reset bones

When we come together

We make sense of all our pain.

There's puzzle pieces each of us bring.

Sometimes we don't fit together.

Sometimes we realize someone is missing.

So we wait for them to show.

It's quiet where we all reside.

We take turns on the watch.

So we each get a turn to rest.

There's a darkness

Where we go to be alone together.