Two In One I am mentally Ill. I don't know what's wrong with me but I fear medication and therapy. I have two people living inside me. They fight day after wretched day. They don't have different names, although I'm seriously considering it! My dominate side is what my friends see and hear. It is generally sweet, giving, and open minded. Then there is my other me. She is mean, cruel, abusive, and an all around bully. She yells and degrades the other me. They bicker like enemies. Can they even get along? I doubt it. I'll call my bad me, Tart, for now. Tart has hurt me physically and verbally. She makes me hit my head on the walls. She curses and enjoys seeing me (as well as others) suffer. I don't deserve the non-imaginary friends I have. Tart has hurt them too, and they don't even know about her. I get wild stares everywhere I go. She is relentless! She makes me whisper things out Loud in public. I hate her, but she is a part of me. I'm not complete without her. This is my true story.