I don't recognize myself anymore.
The years of molding myself into peoples perception of me.
It's wearing on me.
I look in the mirror now.
I've changed so much in the past two weeks because I was running from who you made me.
You made me someone else.
I didn't want to be her anymore,
because in the end she was made for you.
You were the only one for her.
I didn't want you to have that hold on me anymore.
It only hurt me.
But as I stand in the mirror and pull at my face, I still don't recognize me.
This person, isn't me.
Doesn't feel right.
Was the girl who was "made for you" actually me?
Or was I so used to the girl she was that I don't recognize myself anymore?
Who is she?
Who is the girl in the mirror?
Who am I?
I don't know anymore.
You normally would be the one to pull me out of a feeling like this.
Pick me up by the sides and put me back on my feet but.
I can't do that anymore.
You don't care anymore.
Where are you?
Who is she?
