Who am I anymore?

Who am I anymore?

I whisper as I stare at my distorted reflection.

My body bruised like peaches.

My cheeks stained with tears.

My heart hammering.

My throat hoarse.

Who am I anymore?

‘I can’t differentiate between me and the person I’ve created for everyone else.

No. Not everyone else.

I made for you.

You. You…

Fuck you!

You’ve ruined every part of me.

I didn’t love you so you’ve made it so I can’t love myself.

I’m not a sinner!

Why do I deserve punishment?’

I cry out in my empty room.

There’s none of me left.

I refocus my gaze.

I don’t recognise the person in the mirror.

Who am I anymore…