Me and Them (Multipul Personalities)

I look in the mirror and there are three,
the evil, the weak, and then there is me.
So quietly they entered my fragile being.
So swiftly they moved without me seeing.

The evil, she's sexy, but engulfed with power.
Get close to her and your soul she'll devour.
She dances to music so vulgar and so loud.
She moves like a vampire, sexy and proud.

A predator she is. Like a cat in the wild.
Entertained by insults, smiles when riled.
Don't get close, she may bite you for fun.
She'll lure you in so she can watch you run.

The weak is pathetic, so sensitive, too much.
Sometimes she'll cry at the slightest painful touch.
She's new to this body, but has been taking control.
She's a wimp, a weakling, my strength she stole.

No rhyme, no reason, an emotional wreck.
Fine one moment, in tears the next sec.
Please, for the love of God just stop crying!
Come on, at least act like you are trying!

Then there is me, the hardest to explain.
You'd have to meet me to know my brain.
I'm told I should be a model or comedian.
I'm a fan of art, but not just one median.

Very shy, very dark, but the sun's underneath.
I'm a very sharp knife hidden under a sheath.
Mind in the gutter, but it's all in good fun.
Not caring if I've lost or if I have won.

Take a walk through our minds, a walk in each one.
Shake hand after hand, don't stop until you're done.
Meet me and meet them, meet the entire gang.
If you like what you see you're welcome to hang.

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Yay for multiple personality disorderrrr!...Splah...-_-