#identityloss - Hello Poetry

What did you expect when every version of me was something you needed to fix something you corrected before it could even exist What did you think would happen when I kept bending just to stay understood when I kept changing just to stay acceptable I learned quickly it was never about who I was only about how close I could get to what you wanted so I adjusted piece by piece word by word reaction by reaction until there was nothing left that felt like mine and even then it still wasn’t enough so something in me stopped trying not loudly not all at once just quietly like a door closing in a room no one noticed and now when I don’t react when I don’t explain when I don’t reach anymore you look at me like something changed like something is wrong but this is the part you don’t want to see this is what happens when someone is shaped more than they are understood this is what happens when being yourself is never the right answer so don’t ask me when I became like this don’t ask me why I feel distant you were there every step of the way every correction every silence every moment I learned to disappear you didn’t just watch it happen you built it slowly carefully without even realizing so if this version of me feels unfamiliar if it feels colder quieter harder to reach then don’t look at me for answers look at everything that led here you made me this

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Mar 27

Mar 27, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC

xx10m

You Made Me This

What did you expect when every version of me was something you needed to fix something you corrected before it could even exist What did you think would happen when I kept bending just to stay understood when I kept changing just to stay acceptable I learned quickly it was never about who I was only about how close I could get to what you wanted so I adjusted piece by piece word by word reaction by reaction until there was nothing left that felt like mine and even then it still wasn’t enough so something in me stopped trying not loudly not all at once just quietly like a door closing in a room no one noticed and now when I don’t react when I don’t explain when I don’t reach anymore you look at me like something changed like something is wrong but this is the part you don’t want to see this is what happens when someone is shaped more than they are understood this is what happens when being yourself is never the right answer so don’t ask me when I became like this don’t ask me why I feel distant you were there every step of the way every correction every silence every moment I learned to disappear you didn’t just watch it happen you built it slowly carefully without even realizing so if this version of me feels unfamiliar if it feels colder quieter harder to reach then don’t look at me for answers look at everything that led here you made me this

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One day, you wake up and you’re not you anymore. You look in the mirror, but the eyes are empty, like someone else is living there. You didn’t notice it happening, how you gave away pieces of yourself just to fit, just to please. A thousand small moments, a smile you didn’t mean, a “yes” when you screamed “no” inside. You thought you were strong. But you let them carve you down, chisel by chisel, until there’s nothing left but the shell of who you used to be. It doesn’t happen all at once. It’s the slowest kind of death, the kind where you’re still breathing, but you’re gone. And the worst part? You did it to yourself. Not with a knife, but with silence, with pretending, with forgetting what you’re worth— until one day, you can’t even remember who you used to be. you’ve lost track of who you were — a shadow, a stranger in your own reflection. you’ve erased the memory of who you were, now lost to the emptiness you created.

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Jan 10, 2025

Jan 10, 2025 at 1:01 AM UTC

Compass_Rose

Losing Yourself.

One day, you wake up and you’re not you anymore. You look in the mirror, but the eyes are empty, like someone else is living there. You didn’t notice it happening, how you gave away pieces of yourself just to fit, just to please. A thousand small moments, a smile you didn’t mean, a “yes” when you screamed “no” inside. You thought you were strong. But you let them carve you down, chisel by chisel, until there’s nothing left but the shell of who you used to be. It doesn’t happen all at once. It’s the slowest kind of death, the kind where you’re still breathing, but you’re gone. And the worst part? You did it to yourself. Not with a knife, but with silence, with pretending, with forgetting what you’re worth— until one day, you can’t even remember who you used to be. you’ve lost track of who you were — a shadow, a stranger in your own reflection. you’ve erased the memory of who you were, now lost to the emptiness you created.

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The roses weren't red, The violets weren't blue. I know it started off cheesy- But let me get through. Everything lost its' identity when I kissed you. You wanted to kiss me? Are you sure that was true? My heart fluttered frantically against my flesh... I literally couldn't catch my breathe. My emotions still unclear- I dreamt my love will never dissappear.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC

BiracialKid

Love Daze

The roses weren't red, The violets weren't blue. I know it started off cheesy- But let me get through. Everything lost its' identity when I kissed you. You wanted to kiss me? Are you sure that was true? My heart fluttered frantically against my flesh... I literally couldn't catch my breathe. My emotions still unclear- I dreamt my love will never dissappear.

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