In my head there’s not just one,
There’s multiple people I created,
They work together to make me run,
Being normal is so over-rated.
One of them is all about “fun”
Another thinks he’s only hated.

There’s so many it’s hard to count,
Now I don’t even guess the amount.
Sometimes they more hurt then help,
Like putting me down, and calling me "whelp"
But the tough times, they get me through,
And they make things possible, for me to do.
they divide my problems, and they each take one,
and thats how they help me, to get things done.