I’ve always been a bit afraid to speak my mind.

The way you were,

and the five years I spent with you,

made it so much worse, always,

correcting me, contradicting me,

no matter the subject even,

fact or opinion.

I was never right, never,

good enough and now

I see I just wasn’t strong enough,

to tell you,

to shut the fuck up,

and that although it feels

like you’ve stolen my voice, in truth,

you only muffled it enough

to keep control and that I,

I am a better person for finally

escaping your grasping hands.