Sick of Me Yet?

I’ll bite my nails,

Pull your hair,

Lick my lips.

Had enough yet?

I’ll eat your food,

Go through your stuff,

Blink real loud.

Want to kill me now?

You can’t get rid of me.

I’m here to stay.

Just watch me read your mail

And take your calls.

If you hadn’t noticed, I’m you.

The Alter Ego, the Yin to your Yang.

You aren’t you without me.

Sorry.