they wanted to define freedom for me
it was never about me
i was just a structure upon which they renovated with the pieces of themselves they wanted to see
i was the doll for which they could dress up, marry off, and put into the dream house
i was the trip they’d been dreaming of taking
i was the piece of double chocolate fudge and chocolate chip cookie (warmed) they’d been craving
it was never about me.
what i wanted and who i was was just something for them to check off of a list
…everything i hated
was comprised of everything everyone else wanted me to be
and not me.
yet i couldn’t refuse…until. now.