other me

this is oppressive.
how long can it last?
i think i'm dying.
i think i'm crazy.
i'm talking to myself again.
and to you.
you aren't even here
and you're talking to me
in my head,
in my dreams,
talking to the other me.
i hate her;
she tries to take me
and she tells my friends she is me.
and she talks to you
and tells you
nothing that i wish i could say.
i want to get rid of her
but she is the only one here with me.