Thief
Thief.
You stole my innocence.
you stole my happiness.
You stole my motivation.
You stole my love.
You stole every emotion.
Except anger, and fear, and an unnatural numbness.
You stole my family.
You stole my friends.
You stole my dreams.
All of them, besides the night mares,
you left those in your generosity.
You stole my reflection.
I see you now, when I look in the mirror.
You stole my face,
and my body,
and you masquerade as me every day.
They see me,
but I know it's you.
You Control me now,
but when I swallow the antidote you'll be gone.
Everything will.
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