I look in my own eyes,
What do I see?
A person I don’t know staring back at me.
What have I become?
I ask myself,
I used to be somebody else.
But that was before,
Before something occurred,
And now ‘who I was’ is just simple words.
Do I hate myself?
I have become lies,
Not said one, but my personality and I ask why?
The way we think,
Controls who we are,
I need to think in a way I am not scarred.
But at the same time,
I need to be me,
All I need to do is think differently.
But it is too hard,
Should I give up?
But that would make me more corrupt.
I look at what I’ve done,
What I’ve done to others and my own life,
I have even put myself to the knife.
But I am fine,
This you assume,
But really, I have been consumed.

Amy Fifita

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consumed-9/