Where I’m not free To be myself. Where I’m silenced Or put up on a shelf. When he isn’t talking Making me feel unimportant. Or I feel like maybe I’m the prize of the hunt. Where a simple text Is too much to ask. He isn’t feeling like losing me Is taking him to task. […]
via In A Place I Don’t Belong — From The Busy Mind of Josephine
Nathalie M.L. Römer - Independent Author 