Tattered Teddy Bear


I found an old binder of poetry I (or whoever was the one who wrote while ‘banished’ to the bedroom) so I’m skimming through it and find a strong common thread. This child just wanted someone to love her.

Truth be told, she was loved but due to what kids and teens can do to piss off their parents… you know the usual teen with DID (at that time all I think I did was confuse the crap out of my parents because no one knew about the DID) and the usual attitude stuff which was made worse because in “my” eyes “I” was being blamed for things I had no idea of half the time! Maybe not your usual… lol

Think about this: I don’t know what you don’t know and you don’t know what I don’t know. So how does anyone really know anything?

This poem here I am putting with the intended original wording and ending. Someone went back and changed it because it was like a knife to their heart and way to close to what they felt their life was worthy of.

I don’t feel like the teddy bear anymore in that trash can… I feel like someone rescued the teddy bear and she has a new place all patched up with understanding and love. Wearing my battle-scars proudly because I am still here! I never realized how unwanted The Body felt. It tears at my heart. I thank God I opened up about this and have the love and support of especially Saki with her comparisons and questions and Celine for being there as well. The questions etc… help me – Diana – to stay and I feel the shell beginning to harden little by little and that my friends is a GOOD thing!! And then of course there is HunnyBunny… 😉

Tattered Teddy Bear

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In someones trash can sits a little brown bear.

She has patches on both legs, no nose, and a very sad upside down smile.

She was thrown away because no one wanted her anymore.

She had too many rips and tears to continue to mend.

No one cared enough to do it anymore.

People wandered up and down the street past the trash can with the tattered teddy bear.

Still no one cared.

They passed by, looked and walked on.

In someones trash can still sits a Tattered Teddy Bear….

JCD ~ Mid to late 1970-ish

I want to put this part again because it is a very important thing!!

I don’t feel like the teddy bear anymore in that trash can… I feel like someone rescued the teddy bear and she has a new place all patched up with understanding and love. Wearing my battle-scars proudly because I am still here! I never realized how unwanted The Body felt. It tears at my heart. I thank God I opened up about this and have the love and support of especially Saki with her comparisons and questions and Celine for being there as well. The questions etc… help me – Diana – to stay and I feel the shell beginning to harden little by little and that my friends is a GOOD thing!! And then of course there is HunnyBunny… 😉

~Diana 1/11/14