It's funny how my life
was dedicated to please you
and now I find
that I have no purpose
I do not know what I want
what I need
I had been so caught up
in the whirlwind that surrounded you
I apparently lost myself somewhere in you.

Now I am forced to
rediscover who I was
and who I am now
recreate an identity for myself
one that doesn't involve you
and I find that I don't even know
where to start
I was so clueless
and so unaware that I had even been lost.

Now that I am left alone
with these pieces
that used to comprise a person
an individual
some one with her own ideals
and her own beliefs
and I don't even know
how to put them back together
because you stole the instruction manual.