Impostor

She stands, an impostor, in front of me and utters ugly nothings at the people we confront. I observe the way she treats others and strains my relationships. I yell and kick and struggle but it is silence and nothing changes. I cringe with the creeping thought that I cannot control the impostor posing as me, so I let her rage her fury and feel the stab of each word she lets loose at the ones I care about, useless to stop it until I can regain control again soon.