Split Personality

[i]My words like plastic  
is a bag over my head suffocating me  
a rubber ball bouning off the walls  
slamming me in the head bashing my skull.  
 
"Let the truth sink in"  
 
I hear some where inside me  
though it hurts like jagged teeth  
slicing, cutting making me bleed internally.  
 
i've been living the life of the living dead  
not feeling anything  
I can't remember the last time I cried or felt anything real  
hollow words slap me in the face.  
 
my inner beast knocks me on my ass  
screaming at me  
 
"I will kill you if you don't fight back!"  
 
"You've made baby steps before Bitch!  
 
"It's time to make a real stand before I stuff those plastic words down your throat and choke you with them!"  
 
"I would love to watch you turn blue eyes bulging  
rather then hear you utter another hollow ash filled word."