Crawling in this Skin

Despite the fact that I am genuinely a happy person, underneath all I do is a sadness. I am sad because I gave him my love and he took it for granted. I forgot myself waiting for him to love me back. Slowly, I realized that I no longer recognized the person I saw in the mirror, so to save myself, I stopped waiting for him. It doesn't seem to matter that he no longer takes me for granted, the sadness still lingers. I am sad because I trusted him more than I trusted myself.

I turned to a very dear friend to remind me who I was. I gave him the pieces of my heart to watch over, to protect while I found a way to be whole again. He did all that I asked and perhaps more. I never dreamed a piece of my heart would choose not to leave his hands. That now, I will always have a hole in my heart shaped like him. I am sad because I trusted myself and I was wrong.

The skin I am wearing is not mine. It is vaguely familiar, but uncomfortable and unwelcome. I will crawl around inside it until I find my own again, until I recognize myself in the mirror once more, until the sadness releases me.