I recite from the script he wrote me
Memorized every line, I'm sure of it
Yet I still turn to him, in fear
Search his face for approval
For who am I, but the new girl
Compared to the good natured popular boy who insists women and men can't ever be equal
not because, he's sexist, of course not
but because "women are simply and will always be inferior"
I've learned to keep quite on these issues a month into the relationship.
I'm playing a role I did not accept, constantly walking on eggshells,
showcasing the clothes he picked out for me
Too afraid to improvise or think for myself,
I know, I should leave, it is the wisest thing to do
For I am losing control, I do not own this body anymore
I must regain what I have lost for I am not his private property