Versions Of Me.

I love them all.
(Secretly: Just Bree)
They hate me.
With every breath
They try
To replace me.
But I'll be strong.
(At least,
I'll try.)

There's me,
Laura.
Sweet, I guess.
But, there's Mel.
She'd kill
Without a thought.
But I like her.
Sometimes.
(Not really.
Mel, just die.)

Bree scares me.
Shes so
Very
Crazy.
Mel fantasizes about
Bree's death.
I do to,
Once in a while.
(Shh.)

Amy's nice.
Anti-social.
But kind.
She'd do anything
To hurt Mel.
And Bree.
(She's kinda foul.)

Oh, hi Sandy.
(God, She should leave.)
Not a soul
Wants someone
Who's that
Freaking
Depressed.
But,
What can you do?
She's clingy.

They all stick around.
I just wish
I could live
On my own.
Why must
The people crowd
My mind
With split
Realities and
Personalities?

(To tell the truth,
I might be crazy
With so many
Versions of me.)