Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

When I look in the mirror I see two faces sometimes I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde are staring back at me One look is more evil than the other. "Which one is me?" I whisper to myself. Mr. Hyde winks at me and gives me this big huge smile, showing his fangs. If looks could kill, it would be this one. Then my attention is drawn to my charming Dr. Jekyll's stare, who is trying to win me over. I notice that there's a competition going on here. One face screams "You're Dr. Jekyll!" while the other one shouts louder, yelling "Don't listen to him, you're Mr. Hyde!" It's as if there are two other people in the room. Each one right beside me, pulling me in the opposite direction of where each one wants to go. I'm afraid that if they pull a little bit more harder, they'll end up ripping apart my insides. Taking a piece of me along with them as they flee and go off to destroy somebody else's body and mind. "Please, don't let that happen" I say out loud, looking up at the bathroom ceiling as if someone or something is up above me, listening. "I don't know who I'd be without them."