You managed to construct my thoughts.
Limiting my passion.
Crushing my aspiration.
Perfecting my hatred.

You managed to become the voice in my head, blocking
the beating of my shattered heart ,
the desperation of my unfulfilled dreams,
the ushered plea of my forgotten Soul.

You managed to make me see the world through your eyes.
The torture of bottled fame.
The ersatz of eternal life.
The malediction of undefined beauty.

You managed to run through my very skin, making me
comfortable in my solitude,
cautious in my slumber,
afraid of my true self.

You managed to live on in me ,
Making me lose my identity .
You managed to reflect in me,
Everything I never wanted to be.