Existing

What’s it like to just relax and BE?  
To not always worry what ‘they’ want to see?  
I’ve shape-shifted so much, I don’t recognize me.  
    Do I even exist?  
   
Connection only comes through terms and conditions.  
Don’t upset, don’t anger, don’t raise 'their' suspicions.
Dismissal will follow if you voice your ambitions,  
   so pretend they don’t exist.  
   
I’ve spent all my energy just being acceptable.  
To ‘their’ disapproval I’m over-susceptible.  
My own wants and needs are imperceptible.  
    Do they even exist?  
   
How did I ever become so damn broken?!  
I was fed and housed – no harsh words were spoken.  
I thrived on neglect. Well now, something’s awoken –  
    See me, dammit! I EXIST!  
   
   
   
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