When we met I was wet clay
Easily moldable into your desired image
Criticized from every angle
Turned and turned until I had forgotten who I was
And instead became what you wanted me to be
Usable
Expendable
Quiet
Your fingers prodded and pressed into every inch of me
Squeezing and judging until I couldn\'t breathe
Used until you deemed me useless
But by that point my clay had already hardened
And I\'d become someone I no longer recognized