I am split
Not down the middle not neatly but torn apart
There is me and there is her.
"Just be yourself"
But how can I I don't know her I don't know who she is
She is a liar and a fraud and I hate her I hate her
I AM her.

I am becoming something I cannot bear to be
Someone I cannot bear to look at in the mirror
Someone that makes me sick with violent hatred and disgust
But it isn't me, it's her
But she is me
But she is not.

Her voice is my voice her body is mine and her thoughts are mine as well
But she is not me but she is
She is the one that people like
And she is the one that writes.

So what does that make me?

Published by Cat Branagan