My Friend and My Other

Her name was Chrissy.
And I loved this girl with all my heart.
She made me feel happy when I was down.
Put a smile on my face when I wore a frown.

She became me in so many ways.
Consuming my image and even dressing like me.
She became my face, my actions, my thoughts and even started to haunt my dreams.

People would ask why was this Chrissy of yours so mean?
And i would say that she is protecting me, and would leave it at that.

Until she began to destroy me on the inside and out ripping away at my flesh and filling me with doubt.

My face is now gone she has stolen it completly, my very being is now her property my identiy is gone.
And i fail to fight her, I am ashamed of what I have become... a fragile little girl who is hiding behind this person Called Chrissy a girl who is me, yet is not me, but.. she is..