A shell of what I used to be

A shell of what I used to be
Is due to you, not me
I usually am happy cheerful and bright
I love being me with all my might

I like my style, my wit, my charm
Most people like it, so what is the harm
I like my friends and my activities
but nothing I do ever seems to please

You decided to change me into what I should be
THe changes aren't just ones you can see
Now I'm different, as you well know
You've changed me, and people tell me so

But changing me also changed my soul
My self-image is now so low
So now I'm just as you wished me to be
But alas, I am no longer me

Now I am only a human shell
For the rest of my life, this place I shall dwell
A place with no laughter, feelings, or dreams
The light I once had no longer beams