You and I had a string.

It tied my heart to your mind.

At first I thought that string connected our hearts,

But I was wrong.

I was property.

I was something for you to show off.

I wasn’t allowed to feel negative emotion,

I was only allowed to feel happiness and love.

I had to be perfect...

Look perfect,

Act perfect,

Be the perfect prize.

You compared me to everything.

You labeled me differently depending on where we were.

I was the perfect girl in front of your friends and family,

I was worth nothing when it was just us.

You gave me attention when you wanted to.

You ignored me when you didn’t need anything.

You were toxic,

But you always told me I was the waste of space.

You used me to get your anger out

And yelled at me for getting bruises and cuts.

Those imperfections shouldn’t be on a girl,

There can’t be any marks on a trophy.

I was always there for you.

I gave you a shoulder to cry on,

But I always had to cry on my own.

I was a caged bird

And you held the key,

But I grew so thin that I was able to slide through the bars.

I didn’t cut our string...

It grew weak and tore apart.