I look anywhere but him.
I feel his eyes staring daggers at me.
Stop looking at me please.
I feel so uncomfortable.
Last week's conversation left us on a bad note.
He wouldn't give it up.
The truth is I don't need him.
I never have.
Never will.
He has this- idea,
In his head that I'm his.
But I'm not.
I'm not a toy.
Not a doll you can play with at any point.
I've always hated you whether I said it or not.
So maybe I should start.
I hate you for what you put me through.
What you put every other girl through.
It ends here.
I cannot,
Will not let you harm another girl.
Trick another one of us into believing your lies.
Make your problems fall onto another.
We are NOT YOUR PROPERTY!
SO STOP TREATING US AS SUCH!
I yelled in my head.
Fighting back tears so as to not cry during class.
But you noticed me fighting them back.
Shit.
You come over and ask what's wrong.
"Nothing! I'm.. perfectly fine."
I plastered a fake smile on my face.
Tears perked at my eyelashes.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe I'll tell you off.
But I'm too afraid today.
Damnit.
Silenced.
Once again.
-every girl who was wronged.
