I Express Myself Through Writing

What do I have to be to be loved?
He wants to hurt my storm
Into what?
If I don’t feel anything
Am I okay?
I used to be so pretty
Now I am faceless
Genderless.
But I’ll snap his neck just the same .
Alone in the dark.
Not allowed to say I’m lonely because he knows he doesn’t love me
My pink shirt way too big on me
Like a dress
It’s deceptive.
You don’t know what I am.
I’m the savage someone else painted.
But I was born strong.
I will say whatever I want.