Like A Stranger

I hate what you have turned me into.

A shell of the woman I once used to be.

How confident my stride was, how I did not need your validation.

Now I feel like I need you to breathe.

Everything I do is for you.

And I see you each time I look into the mirror.

Carefully consider my lipstick colour and dress.

Knowing anything I chose will fail to impress.

My evenings are spent restricting my fingers.

Do not call him. Do not do it. Hold onto whatever morals you have left.

Could my confession free me of obsession

and make me love myself again?

Now, you speak to me like a stranger.

How your interest has turned so cold.

Why did I have to fall in love

with someone I can never hold?

I have to justify these feelings even to myself.

How could they understand when you are in love with somebody else?

Never have I been so sure of a feeling.

And I know I cannot be your everything.

But you treat me like I am nothing.

So I feel like nothing.