In this moment, this hour, this day, this lifetime…
                                                                    Who am I?
                                 My consciousness is fleeting; emotions merge into a new being
                                                               I'm losing control
                                                 There's no longer a single, definitive "me"
                                                     I've been divided against myself

                                 There's the bubbly ball of sunshine; she likes to come out every day
                                            She's excited for no reason but for life itself
              There's the dark and deathly shell; she only comes in the dead of night, in the sweet silence
                                     She doesn't want the bubbly girl's friends to see her
                            There's the bull, whose eyes flash red and body transforms into a weapon
                                  She could care less about bubbly's friends; she wants them dead

                                          Bubble is so sweet and caring; she lives life to its fullest
                                          She knows that she must take her chance while she can
                                    She giggles and screams with glee, always seeing light in the dark
                                    She's tried convincing others, but it just results in headaches
                           She doesn't mean to be obnoxious or loud; she just doesn't get to play often
                                             Because something always shoves her out of the way

                                         Shell cowers in her room, slowly tracing the edges of objects
                                               Because really, that's all she can do to help herself
                                                    She stares at herself, finding fault in all aspects
                                                           Because really, that's all there is to her
                                            She uses Bubble as a shield, trying her hardest to see light
                                             But the darkness is familiar, and so much easier to sink into

                                     Bull is tired of all the failures; she can't stand all the critiques
                                              It pisses her off to know she can't be perfect
                                           She whips, kicks, bites, punishes anything in her path
                                             Usually herself, since Bubble has the most control
                                        All she feels is rage; she wants the cause of her rage to die
                                            She needs to let it out before it takes control of her
                            She's more familiar with the world than Shell, yet occupies it less than Bubble
                            She flips the dark and light off; both options piss her off more than anything

                                                                   …Who am I? Do you know?
                                                                          I'm so confused
                                                                Am I Bubble? Am I Shell? Am I Bull?
                                                                         I can't remember…
                                                       What's it like to have all three merged together?
                                                         When one happens, the other two disappear
                                                                       What's it like to be…me?
                                                                 
                                                                 ...Can you tell me what this is?