7

A tussle ensues with my multiple personalities as I am tempted to scream, burning the building down as I dance happily naked covered in ashes.
Stealing humble souls putting them in my treasure chest.
A pretty, young girl seems so innocent more of an introvert but burns with desires to start the apocalypse.
It's that voice that pushes you and when you don't bend to its needs you hurt...stomach ache, headache, burning in the chest but it's because you've held it in for so long, it longs to come out to play.
When you cry it laughs at you to anger you because you seem weak but ignores the strength you've held in it for as long as you did.
The long nights of replaying every hurt, the endless drinking, and being promiscuous still don't quell the hidden demon inside because it stays asleep and that's the only time your alone to face the music of the aftermath.
Its triggers are disrespect and a cute boy it becomes curious and starts making you overthink then becomes angry when you disobey it's commands.