Parts are unrecognisable. · The strive for perfection. · The desire to meet expectations. · Expectations that were a byproduct of the environment and my own disillusion. · Lost before I had the chance to find myself. · I became an alien to the person I am. · The views of everyone else were the rules I structured my life around. · The mould I was trying to fit, the root problem of it all. · A prisoner to the expectations I’d put on myself. · A prisoner in my own head. · A prisoner in a reality that wasn’t real. · A prisoner to the pleasure that came from the pain. · A battle to create a life that was consuming all the energy I needed to escape it. · The reasons why it happened are unknown but also so clear. · The reasons why no longer matter. · Accepting that I’ve become the person I always wanted to be, the person that scared me from the beginning. · Parts are unrecognisable. · How things have changed. · I guess this is life. · It’s giving me what I need. · The time spent trying to rationalise what was, no longer helpful. · I wouldn’t change a thing. · A sense of self-worth based not on how I’m seen or assumed to be. · A sense of self-worth based on how I feel and who I truly am.