Easy as 1,2,3

Heart racing, can't stop pacing. I count each shallow breath.
My mind is a blur, my head is so sore...it's like a self-induced wreck.
Time to sit down...gotta slow down....
I count each shallow breath....one..two..three..
Look in the mirror. Look at what I've become. I finally can see me.
I am no longer an image of someone elses making.
I just see me.
I count each shallow breath....one..two..three....
When did I lose myself...when did I become the projection screen...
That's not who I am, I am no raggedy Anne,
 designed to be prodded and pulled.
But I let him...
I let him tie me up with his strings, and dictate who I should be.
He had me completely fooled.
Fooled into being his porcelain doll.....
Look in the mirror, See who I have become. At last, I see it all.
All that I am, and all I will be...finally I am me.
I count each breath....one, two, three, four...
I can breath. Its not hard anymore.
I hold the strings. And I am me.