Missing Pieces Of Me

I�ve tried to take them away,
Those pieces of me he does not want
As has been the pattern of my life,
I�ve adapted my needs to the needs of another
Tried to be what he or she wanted� needed me to be

But who am I?
And what do I want and need?
I�ve taken off so many pieces of me,
And hidden them away in the attic of my soul
That I barely even know anymore

Would it matter if I knew these answers?
I�ve made my choices,
Pledged myself to him
I�m staying� for better or worse.