On the inside

The real me has been taken. Out of reach like a high shelf. I’m someone else on the inside but on the outside I look like myself. The words out of my mouth are in my voice. But when it comes to saying them I really have no choice. Dying inside, without a purpose . But smiling face out on the surface. I know there’s people who need me and I know I will survive. It’s just hard to fight the thoughts sometimes of not wanting to be alive. The other me is nasty, really bad piece or work… a complete and a personality of a jerk. She is pure evil, a devil in disguise and I know she is wrong but I still believe her lies. She says I am nothing without her, like I can’t think for myself. Not only that but she tells me what to do as well! The real me is happy, care free cat! But she’s hidden away by that ****! But I’m sure real cat will soon come to light. I can’t be the only one tired of this fight.