Trapped

That's not me. 

It looks like me, talks like me, thinks like me, but that's not me. 

It may say things only I could know, but trust me, it's not real. 

I tried convincing people, but no one listened. "Classic Cassie," they kept saying. "Always the center of attention."

I scream, I cry, I pray someone, anyone, will listen to me, hear me, help me. 

For months I've been trying to get people to listen, but nothing works. 

I give up. I lost. No one can hear me. No one can see me. I can't even think for myself without its thoughts overlapping with mine. 

"You win." 

"Of course I do. Now, watch."

It's all I can do, watch. It's all I've been doing since that night. Since I lost control of everything; my life, my body, my mind. 

All I can do is watch, my consciousness stuck, trapped behind that THING!

I've lost control, and I can't get it back. I'm forever here, drifting, watching from behind the eyes of a monster wearing my face, stealing my memories, all while I'm completely helpless, stuck in it's mind. 

I'm stuck in my own body, a lifeless memory

I'm trapped