This is not me - poem

I look at the mirror

A stranger stares back

She looks as confused as me

Is this some kind of trap?

An optical illusion

Because this is not me

I am not the person

She acts to be. 

I am not deceitful, I do not lie

I am not cold, and rude

I do not want to die. 

I don’t hate the world

I do care about my friends 

I care about my family 

I like to make amends. 

But this person looking back

She’s a shell of a being. 

Her eyes are empty, her soul hyjacked

By the monster that rages within. 

Her hair is limp and lifeless 

Her skin is grey and cold

Her lips are dry and sealed tight 

She looks controlled. 

You can almost see

The black shadow that lingers 

A heavy weight she lugs around

That tugs her backward, pulls her down. 

She looks scared

She looks tired 

She fights, but the wrong thing, wrong people

And her strength has expired. 

She looks lost, and so alone

I’d want to wrap her up, make her feel at home

But you can quickly tell, she’s already gone.