So Many Personalities

So many voices, some pulling, others pushing, one spearing. I feel the spear, and know she will not stop until I acknowledge her What is it? What do you want? She gives me some directives knowing I will rebel and rebuke them. She never gets her way. She wants me to do things she knows I will not do. I hate medicines! I tell her. They do not affect me like others. Leave me alone! But still she persists. Two are pulling, one is pushing. She is screaming, shrieking, wailing, keening in my ear. I take a couple of blues and a pink, to try and fool her. She knows what I am about. For she is in my mind’s folds and recesses. Another personality shows up. A new one. What the hell. I thought I knew them all. Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! My hands are shaky. If she is another spearing one, I give up. I cannot do this any more. I have tried too long already. I am Sherenna, she says, seductively. Hell no. I already got rid of Dixie, my other nymphomaniac. I close my eyes, trying to drown them all out.