I was doing very well
Before you assumed I was
Unhappy
Unworthy
Undone
My mistake was believing you
And abandoning my identity
To fit your picture
Inevitably I failed you
And destroyed me
My fears never made me yours
To keep or to scorn
Stubborn
Joyful
Autonomous
I am my own
To the last
You barely broke the surface
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