Extended & Returned

Too much of my life had been spent having thing happen to me.

So much so that when I assert myself I become the villain.

I let too many people strip me of my autonomy. Letting them dictate how I should move,  how I should exist. 

Asking to be considered as a person with feelings and boundaries, expecting the effort made to communicate and repair to be returned.

And met with silence.

At first that silence was suffocating.  Squeezing all reason and calm from me.

Now, it familiar. Now it provides time for dissection and examination, and the light to see clearly.

Its not that I want too much.

Its not that I'm too emotional.

Its that I ask to be considered by people who have only ever seen me as a thing relative to themselves.

I do not exist beyond a means to an end or as an immediate thought. 

Once my purpose has been exhausted I am discarded and forgotten.

A horrible realization and feeling if you are not accustomed to it.

Those kinds of people you just have to simply place in box, as you found them, in a corner of your mind.

Out of sight.

Just as they do to you.

Returning the consideration extended.