I didn't want to lose him so I lost myself in the process

Because I didn't want to lose him, I lost yourself in the process.
I became that person who kept being mistreated and formed a habit of saying "I'm used to it".
I became that person who kept being unappreciated and began to tell myself "It's okay".
I became that person who kept being undervalued and learned how to say "I'm fine".
I became that person who kept being put last and naturally reacted with "Whatever...".
I became that person who kept being taken for granted and dealt with it by repeating "Everything's okay".
I became that person who kept being unhappy and kept telling people "I'll be fine".
No one is worth losing yourself for.
No one is worth suffering for at the expense of your happiness.
No one is worth tormenting yourself over for the sake of making them happy.
Perhaps losing that person is the only way you'll be able to get yourself back.
Perhaps, as much as you don't want this to be true,
that person is the only thing standing in your way of finding yourself .
That person is the only reason you lost yourself in the first place.


​adapted from a piece found written anonymously