Clay

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