With each new meeting, a piece more of me is revealed
And removed to be recast. They say it’s important .
As it’s borne away I watch it leave, I grieve, silent; I wait.
It’s worked, formed, set aside to prove and conform.
Shaped, contorted and cast with their ideals;
Rejoined, I embrace it and it changes me – I am less me.
A new normality, reworked to fit me, uneasy it sits,
More of me gone. I am rewarded for silence and compliance and
Kept content. Keeping my words internal as my feeling burn
I learn to open my mouth and deny my ideas.
I allow them to shape and change and rearrange me.
I douse the flames and exchange integrity for comfort and kind words
That flow over me. I am asleep.