A conversation works both ways , You do not want my opinion. You want yours but out of my mouth. And when I can not give it you , you hurt me with words . The words you do not know the power off .
I endure .
Each time losing bits of myself , becoming something else . Becoming silent. That out in the world – and I mean the real world ,not yours – when I am asked my opinion or my words get given value I do not know how to respond.
How do I give them my opinion when I have gathered it all in to a pile and lit it on fire because of you .
IFwrites 
Such a powerful and heartbreaking piece. I felt the same way when I was bullied in my youth. So afraid to open my mouth because they’d make me pay for it. Thankfully, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve regained my confidence and found my voice. And I have no doubt that you will too. 🙂
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I’m happy sad that you can relate to my piece 🥺 thank you for reading it . And thank you for leaving a bit of your confidence with me ❤
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