When I look in the mirror, I see you behind me. Haunting me. Taunting me.

You stare into my soul and at every fragile part of me, because who am I without you?

You’ve seen my worst. After all, you caused it.

I see you grab my hands. Pet my head. Steal all my innocence.

You were my undoing. Now I can’t do anything without you in the back of my mind.

When I look in the mirror, I see you behind me. Toying with me. Ploying with me.

I wish I never met you. But I wouldn’t be who I am without you.

Maybe my trials made me a better person. Maybe I can still hate you. But maybe I just hate myself for trusting you.