You Made Me More Like You

You slowly got into my head and broke me down, you broke down my values which you saw as flaws, you ripped down everything I stood for like old cover paper on a wall, all the little things I did that you found funny slowly grew into nuances. You had nothing to learn from me, but you saw me as incomplete, you felt like you just needed to fix me... I lost myself, scrambling to find remains of who I was as you slowly re-programmed me to think like you, to live like you and to love like you. You pushed me into a corner and forced me to take the path you provided, you made me believe that I was broken... yet you built me back in your image and I feel more broken than ever. I feel less of myself everyday the more I let you in. Your footpath of pain has reached the deepest neighborhoods of my soul. I struggle to keep together the parts of me that you sowed back after you were done. I struggle to recognise the hands I look down on when I wake up, I no longer know myself, I no longer feel human. But it is ok.

Because now, I am more like you