Unfamiliar Reflection

I feel disconnected,
a plant uprooted.
Thought I was good,
but was not the best suited.

Swept off my feet,
as a leaf off its tree.
How things have changed,
now the rest, memories.

Why did I miss out,
what didn't I see?
Could things have differed,
if it weren't me?

I used to be great,
the best of the field.
What has happened to me,
and the weapons I'd wield?

Now, that I am disarmed,
and left unprotected,
this mirror emits
an unfamiliar reflection.

A person unknown,
to my family and friends.
A person alone,
the means to an end.

The end of all arguing,
and upset in life,
I've changed my ways,
without the help of a knife.

Why is this not enough
for all of you to see,
that I want my own life,
without the help of therapy?