Who Am I

She is slipping everyday she feels lost in humanity. she cannot keep up with what used to be her social acquaintances. Her social skills are quite poor. She has strong envy and wishes others carried her burdens. She laughs at another's demise. She can no longer feel. Her gaze cold and expressionless. She looks into the mirror and sees a stranger staring back. A stranger who lost her way and only dreams of what could be. Her life is corrupted by hatred and fear. She knows her condition is getting worse and is forced to watch helplessly as her life starts to crumble. She cannot sleep or wake up. She is tortured everyday by own twisted mind. She cannot tell reality from fantasy. She knows she has brown hair, hazel eyes, and her name. Yet she still asks herself, "who am I?