Growing up
I forgot
What I was passionate about
Caught up in a rat race
I struggled to find my way
I forgot
I had a  voice
It was always crushed under
The louder dominant expression
That violently subdued
Any other form of opinion
I forgot
I was beautiful too
Just because I couldn't match
The standards of beauty
decided our society
I forgot
I was worthy of love
Just because he was filled with lust
And said I was meant to be choked
And rubbed all over
I forgot
How my smile looked like
It was always hidden behind
A lovely mask
That was far from who I was
I forgot
What it felt like
To be part of a group
Always pushed around
like a victim
Of a terrible stampede
Growing up
I forgot what it was like
To be myself
I forgot
Who I was
Was i even worthy of being alive