I never knew me…..
But I knew everything he wanted me to be….
I knew the tone of voice and gestures, to perfectly match his plans….
I knew how to act to avoid another fight….
I knew how to say sorry like it was my own name….
I knew how to bow my head in shame…
I knew how to feign admiration and love….
Because….
Surviving was….
Playing a part never meant for me….
I lost my identity and adopted the one he wrote for me….
This is a past story….
An old one I’ll tell…
But I’m no longer his….
