Collection of the dark days

How to stay you

I don't know how to describe
Loosing touch with yourself
It is slow
You don't realize at first
That you're slowly slipping away
In fragments
That phrase you used to say
That joke you always found funny
That smile that came from the heart
That laugh so full of life
You slowly begin to vanish

Life gets taken over
By the little things
The job
The schoolwork
The essays
Whatever it is, takes over
Little by little you loose you

The saddest thing is you don't realize
Until it's too late
Until you look in the mirror
And ask
Who is that?
Is that me?
What happened?
Who am I?
What did I let myself become?

You wonder
Where the laughter lines went
You wonder
What the dreams of your childhood became
You wonder
And you wonder
And you conclude

It is infuriating
Just how much of my life
Was puppeted
By the hands of others