me

i am not who i was
and you feel betrayed.
why can’t i just go
back to being me?

oh, my friend,
that me never was.
a figment of your
imagination.
filters and baggage
of all your years
heaped upon an
illusion that seemed
to fit your desire.

i am not who i was
and you feel betrayed.
why can’t i just be
who you want me to be?