Becoming Small

   
you made me feel  
so unwanted  
like it was a chore  
for you to love me  
  
rejected, neglected  
a child left alone  
to figure things out  
all on my own  
   
you cast me aside  
so I would find  
crevices to fold  
into and hide  
   
where I could become  
small and unnoticed and  
silent  
for hours on end  
   
 
until you decided  
it was finally time  
to go back home  
   
it’s time to go  
 
    
now I shed old clothes  
scratchy sunday dresses  
I never fit into  
   
I am rid of you