You lost me

You told me when I'm blind and old that you would care for me
You lied
I'm not blind or old
I am lost and young
While you are nowhere to be found
A man at twenty one is rare to find
You saw my struggle and you turned your back
Twenty one with so long still to go
So young that my recovery will be swift
The memories of us will never go away
Your scars are now a sign of strength, not weakness
I choose not only to recover but to improve
Improve for myself not you
For you have made your choice