To Suit Him

She was her own person Until she met him. Him had another idea for her. He wanted to mold her Into a new person, Someone she tried hard To be For him. She tried for years And years, hiding her Lights under the burdens Of trying so hard to please him. She stopped smiling, and Forgot how to laugh. She started second guessing What he wanted her to wear, To say, and how he wanted her To say it. She lived for him, And he lived to train her. This went on for Years and years. No one in her youth would Have recognized her. They would have been Looking for the bubbly, Gregarious, friendly girl Who had died a long time ago. In a shallow grave, under An oak tree where she Decided to bury the Best of her, so she Could allow him To be the He He was meant To be. He wanted Her to wear Grays and browns. This was against Every artistic Fiber of her soul, At first. But she got used To it. He chose Her shoes; they Had to be plain, dull. He did not want her To outshine him. She started to balk, But he gave her a look, and She quickly acquiesced. He was her prize. She was willing to do Everything to keep him. In keeping him she Was losing herself. He did not want children. She had always wanted Them, but She kept quiet about it Because he was her prize. He did not like friends, So she gave hers up. Some did not go away Quietly. They were the First ones cut Completely Out of her life. She helped him By not protesting, Not balking, not Doing anything That would rile Him up, make Him unhappy or Make him Pout. She completely Lost herself. Her family kept Thinking she’d Find her way Back to them. But she had Her prize. And he would Not allow it, So it never happened. We were just Sad that she traded The life she wanted For a life we Never thought She’d have ever Wanted. If you had Known her as a Child, you would Have never thought This could have happened. She used to have an Opinion, she used to love people, She used to have talents. If she Had them now, she was hiding Them. To suit him.