Stranger in the Mirror

I don't know who this person is. Have you ever felt this way? Your emotions, your movements, your personality is different. It's not like this was a gradual change due to external influences. No, all of a sudden I have become someone else. Someone inherently angry and violent, but I don't know who it is.

Body snatching is a joke, right?

I hear terrible things slip from my lips, and I wonder who said them. This isn't who I was, who I am, who I want to be. In place of the person I thought I was, I find this loud, insulting and cold creature who lashes out as though it were second nature. Not even that. It lashes out, spitting anger, hurt, and dark things I cannot even conceive, and it's all a matter of course. I wish that my stomach would roil in disgust, but I fear this body and the mind I once had are no longer one. If there were some way to rip this infection from my blood, cleanse what little soul is left in me, and return to who I was, I would do it. I fear, however, that may be impossible.

Then, there is a question. Should I kill it? I know no way to extract this being that has seized my faculties and wormed into my mind. Whether I cannot find it in me, or my new nature does not approve, I cannot manage to ask for help. It would, most probably, be the best course of action. Every now and again, a guard is relaxed and an eek of desperation flies into free air, but it is not enough. Inside, I scream for someone to save my soul, but this prison of flesh will not approve the message, instead banishing it to the dark and hopeless place within me that grows daily. I am so afraid. Of it. This thing I cannot control, cannot even comprehend. I wish the separation between it and myself, that I have created in words, were so. In reality, I fear we have become one and the same. Some part of me, small and weak, remembers the time before. The way before. The person before. But, it is not strong enough to affect change. And so, the thing I am most frightened of is not an alien or a monster, but myself.

So, I ask again. Should I kill it?