When You Came About

as I look into the mirror, I wonder what i see. is the person staring back, really me? moisturize my skin, do my hair the way I like, it looks like me, it seems like me, it doesn’t feel like me. I scream into the mirror, frustrated with what I see. the person staring back, isn’t me. I lost a part of myself, when you came about. you took my innocence, and my recollection. I thought I knew myself, until I met you. sometimes I feel sad, when I think of you. but now I realize, I’m better off, when you’re farthest away. always have been, always will be. it took some time to show, that you only care for yourself. but now I know.