The Stranger In Me Poem by Sarah Reamey

I don't realize the things that I do anymore,
I don't care about the consequences that will haunt me forevermore.

The people I hurt and the things I say,
Continue to flash by me day by day.

The nights of blankness and the days of pain,
Makes me wonder if i'll ever be the same.

I look in the mirror and don't see an image of me,
But the face of a stranger is the image that is seen.

The stranger who controls me and my life.
The stranger whos causing me to lose my friends, and causes me strife.

The stranger who stands behind me with a sharp kitchen knife.
The strangers controls me, and I can't gain control of my life.

Who is this stranger? Why do they bother me?
What is the danger? Why can't I be set free?