Changeling

This is more or less obvious. I was in a situation for 2 years, and in which, I thought and believed I was happy and in love, when slowly I realised, i'd just hid my own depression from myself.

I loved you,

I must of at one time,

But now,

How could I?

Worst of all?

 

What we had was more of a mime,

Acting out how we 'should' instead of felt, 

You could never even know what it is you've done, 

Lost in your world of self appreciation, 

There's no room in that heart for anyone but yourself, Hun.

I was merely comfort, a person you could name 'partner',

but you never loved me, how could you,

shown evident by your remarks, 

on my likes, on my personality, 

changing me, 

morphing me,

transforming me,

Into a creation I was becoming to despise, 

therefore self hatred was born,

Feeling like everything about me was wrong,

when it was you who was wrong, not I.

So spare me your excuses,

For now, no matter how I try, 

I have small festering part of self loathing, 

A part of me that, in turn, I hate, 

Because I cannot leave it behind,

God knows I've tried,

But how can you just change,

What you've had burnt into your mind.

That I am an incorrect human being.

And I should change.