the day came, i met my match.
it came in the form of a male.
might i be able to overcome the struggle,
or crumble underneath the strain.
he tested everything that was my essence,
he requested that i change my behaviour.
not to say that there was something wrong with me,
everyone else that knew me, accepts the behaviours that they grew to love.
only my match could ask such an outrageous thing and have me question why i even did it, how could it be that one boy could make me change the way i was.
he tortured me, controlling every moved i made,
condemning weekly and hourly rituals.
and then, it all came to an end, when he pushed the final and last button.
the girl that thought she could have anyone she wanted from what she has been shown,
not only that she is attractive but something that mostly just love to have around.
before it was nothing of the sort, she grew up thinking that she was the definition of the ugly duckling. what is there do with but feel en powered and have a power trip.
and its making me realize, that i fumbled and now i am humble.
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