Looking back at my past,
What do I see?
Words, and wishes
Of all those who told me what to do and who to be
But nowhere do I see myself
My needs and desires all cast away
Trying to please everyone else
Doing what they called the right things,
The best things, the things they promised to make me happy
It’s not a smile that my lips form now,
But words filled with rage
Towards those who stole my identity
And told me to be someone else
When I was young and naïve
Unaware that there is no wrong path
Now I know that it’s not my happiness they cared about,
But theirs, to feel as if they had done something good
And to this day, they do not realize they killed a soul, my soul