Who Is She?

My eyes hurt..
They burn.
From crying
Not crying..
From seeing what you’re doing..
What you’re doing to me..
From seeing..
What I'm becoming because of you..
I can't look..
I can't look at myself anymore..
I break the mirrors.
Make them crack.
So I can't see my reflection..
I don't wanna...
Cuz the person in there..
That person..
The person I see staring back..
That person can't be me..
It just can't be..
I don't recognize this person..
So different..
Depressed, happy, depressed, happy..
Doesn’t know what she feels,
Doesn’t know who she loves,
Doesn’t have controls over her feelings,
Over her heart..
Doesn’t really own her heart..
Who is she ..
Who has she become ..
Who have I become..
Who am I becoming...?
(3/3/11)