Not Yourself

I remember

we used to play a game about what we liked.

I liked the color blue,

and you liked the color purple.

You liked dancing;

I liked singing.b-yourself-b-beautiful

But now;

you’re not yourself anymore.

You liked my favourite colors instead of purple.

You started singing with your croaky voice,

instead of dancing gracefully.

It was then I found out

you’re not you anymore.

You looked at all those slim girls in the magazines;

tricked by Photoshop;

and had eating disorders.

You stopped dancing;

and still sang with a croaky voice no matter what.

It was then

You’re not yourself.

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