Soft

I spent my life being soft
For you.
I rounded all my corners
And smoothed all my edges.
I made myself small
Always
So I could fit the box
You said was made for me.
But it was made for you
To be comfortable with me.
I made myself soft
For you.
Filled myself with sugar
And only added spice
When it made me taste
Nice.
I was always so scared
My edges would poke through.
My rough, sharp, hard pieces
Would tear open
My soft smooth skin,
Show the truth of me,
Unacceptable, a fraud
In sheep’s clothing.
If I let slip, even for a moment,
I would be seen
For my hard, rough, sharp
Self.

I am done being soft
For you.
I am going to be rough
And hard
And sharp
For me.