I have my carefree personality.

   I don't see her much anymore.

I have my fun personality.

   She went away with all my friends.

I have my energetic personality.

   I can't muster her up.

I have my sad personality.

   She's evolving into depression.

I have my stressed personality.

   She's taken ahold of my life.

I have my fear personality.

   She can create so many fears, more and more each day.

I have my anxiety personality.

   She and stressed rule over me.

I have my imaginative personality.

   She used to give me such dreams, and now she gives me nightmares.

I have my hopeful personality.

   She died a long, long, time ago.

I have my pessimistic personality.

   She's always there, whispering in my ear.

I have my school personality.

   She's that fake, outgoing, bubbly, popular girl.

I have my family personality.

   She's that fake, smiling, perfect child my parents wanted.

I have my alone-time personality.

   She's always telling me I'm not good enough.

And I know she's right.