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 — ...