You made me into somebody I hate

There are wounds that don't leave bruises - only versions of ourselves we no longer recognize. Through the aftermath of love that reshaped identity, trust that turned into self-doubt, and the quiet erosion of who we once were. These poems speak to: - losing yourself in someone else's expectations - becoming smaller to keep the peace - mistaking survival for love - waking up and not knowing your own reflection. Raw and unfiltered, this collection captures the moment when blame turns inward -...