It's like,
It's like I look in the mirror,
and don't recognize the face staring
back at me
nicotine addiction and,
parents screaming
these things,
they now define me.
I don't know of a time when they didn't.
I don't know of a time when they won't.
Brighter horizons,
these things seem non-existent.
I'm stuck in a never ending whirlpool,
of who I'd like to be,
or, who I'm supposed to be.

Who I was.