Lost in the Fix

In order to make you happy,
I tried to heal your broken heart.
I tried to make it all work,
And in the process, lost myself just to please you in every part.

I tried to get ahead,
But my efforts were all in vain.
As I look back and reflect,
What makes me happy—
You stopped every move I made.

To make me happy
Meant doing things you don’t like to do.
Now I’m no longer confused,
But I’m no longer who I was.

I look in the mirror,
Lost,
Trying to find my way back home,
But home is no longer there.
This house is all that’s left.
I suppose this is how it ends,
When you lose yourself to fix someone else’s broken heart.