You,
monster in my clothes,
how boring you are;
always
           so sad
always
             so withdrawn.
Your misery
-is not interesting.
Monster,
with my face,
who made you?
Who
gave you permission
to parade around wearing my name?
Who
told you
that  you could undo my life like this?
Monster,
with my teeth,
stop biting my tongue,
stop leaving my cheeks bruised

Stop hurting this body;
you,
monster walking in my skin,
do not own her
[despite all appearances]