Them

look in the mirror and what do you see?

its not you but... sadly it’s you 

the you he wants you to be

the you he craves, the you the second he saw you he couldn’t keep his hands off you

the you, you hated

the you that if you walked passed your reflection you’d turn and put your head down

how did you become this version of you?

you became this because it was his obsession in other women

all forced onto you

You weren’t you anymore, just a mixture of  them.