me

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….