It...

I thought I needed it,
I thought it was the most important thing out there,
Nothing could compare to the happiness that it brought to me,
With it dazzling words,

And electrifying touch,
It had the ability to give me the feeling of be warmed from the inside out,
But that was then,
And this is now,

No longer does it bring happiness,
I am left with only beautiful lies,
Now there a distance it keeps from me,
I can no longer pull it close for comfort,

I no longer feel warmed,
But I feel panicked and unsure,
I was blinded by things that are no longer true,
I realize now that it wasn't important,

I realize now I no longer need it,
I feel ashamed that I let it control me,
It almost became like a drug,
Of which I was addicted,

But not now,
Now I am free,
Or at least one day I hope to be,
It's a long process my freedom

What was it?
There is only one name for thist monster......
A boy,