Losing My Grip

Sometimes I feel like there are two of me.
Like a part of me can just sit back and has no control.
I feel like I'm watching a movie.
I see this really upset girl just yelling and destroying things, but I can't stop her.
I don't understand her.
I wish she would just sit down.
She's crazy-I know it.
I want to help her but don't know how.
I want someone to go up to her, grab her shoulders, and shake her.
Or better yet,
I want someone to hug her and console her.
But it doesn't happen.
She continues to get worse.
Then, she just stops yelling an cries.
For a long time...
Eventually she calms down and acts like nothing is wrong.
She tries to go on with her life, but knows it will happen again.
Sometimes it happens later that day, days later, or even weeks later.
It's horrible...
She feels alone.
She feels trapped.
She feels as though no one cares...
One day she looks in the mirror.
She sees what she has become.
She sees her reflection.
My reflection.
She breaks the mirror.
I break the mirror.
She is ME.
I am HER.
WE are one and the same.
But if I know this,
Why can't I fix her?
Why can't I control her?
Why can't I make things better?
I want help...
I NEED help...
I long for it...
Please help me...
Someone...