pitch black

it’s dark in here, pitch black
i hear my voice, but it isn’t me  
she’s sad, miserable, and unkind  
that’s not me  
but she sounds like me...  
and i can see what she sees  
hear what she hears  
and her thoughts too...  
they’re so despairing  
i want to get out but, i can’t.  
a box? i’m in a box?    
why am i here and she’s out there?  
she’s ruining everything!  
but they think it’s me..
it’s not me
they ask her what’s wrong and i’m screaming
“get me out! help! i’m trapped!”  
but no one can hear me.  
all they hear is her bullshit response  
“nothings wrong, i’m okay :)”  
it’s dark in here, pitch black.