When it came to me,
you were the expert.
You knew how to play me perfectly,
even dint and every imperfection,
you knew how to press them to attention,
remind me of their existence,
herd me towards the idea that they held me back,
made me something less than myself,
and that only you could see past them.
I suppose I was not blameless,
I forgot to ask questions,
forgot to challenge the put downs,
forgot that I had legs and arms,
feelings and thoughts,
that the door was never locked
and I was free to walk away at any time.
You only ever thought you were the expert.
I should have proved you wrong sooner.
Daily Prompt: Expert
