Weak, sensitive, insecure;
never believing in myself,
always assumed the worst of me,
that was who I used to be
once upon a time,
when I was still chained to you.
I listened to every bad thing you said of me,
felt like a nobody,
too flawed and imperfect to be yours.
I changed for you,
left my friends for you,
though it was never enough for you.
I buried the parts of me you don’t like
tried my best to fit in to your world,
never doubted you, not even once;
thinking you brought out the best in me,
only to realize I’ve been wrong all along.
Truth is, I killed myself slowly inside;
my soul no longer in my control,
I was a puppet dancing in your tune,
till the day I freed myself
from all the chains that tied me to you.
The introvert writer © 2022