I loved a boy who made me forget who I was.
I kept my mouth shut to please him.
Followed his commands.
I grew distant from friends and family.
I almost threw my life away.
I loved that boy but he only loved a version of me.
The obedient, well mannered, quiet version.
I loved that boy so I tried to be a girl he loved.
The problem is, the version of me that he loved was not the best that I could be.
That boy is gone, has been for years.
But part of me still feels a knife in my side.
Every time a man makes me feel small.
Any time a man makes me feel as though my opinions are too bold, too wrong, too direct.
I am too strong to be made to feel as though my voice does not matter.