they say that every jeckel has his hyde,  but what do they know? 
i come to the great media mixer known as the interwebnet,  to share my story to the world.  what a joke.  with thousands and thousands of whining pricks on the internet,  what would posibly make my post stand out? 
who gives a shit,  were getting off task

for years now,  i've been in the top 20 in my class.  my test scores are phenominal.  but my daily work suffers from slow methodic boredom that my teachers try to make into lessons.   i have no enemies,  but im greatly disliked by many of my friends.  through a magical misshap,  i developed quite a reputation for being someone to be feared,  only adding to my ever growing untouchability.  
that's the genius part of it.

madness is not so simple.  he seems to show up when im alone,  or strangely when i drink too much weak tea.  madness is the voice in the back of my head. he has a voice that i recognise, but can never place.  madness often has the creative ideas that i crave and need,  but he also sais what i so badly want to say so often. i guess durring the split genius became what everyone wanted to see,  the polite reserved helpful kid who everyone could tolerate.  it wasnt a hard mask to wear for too long.  

madness i guess was what spawned during the time that i wore the genius mask,  madness was always there, even if i didnt notice him.  a cancer in my brain, eating away at the mask i so hated.  
but my mask is more durable than it seems.  despite madness putting a whole in it every once in a wile,  i can usualy control who i appear to be.