I am not a pack of playing cards
you can just take out on weekends
and amuse yourself with.
I am not a prize to be won.
I am not an antique vase for you to display on a shelf
I am not an expensive car you can show off to your friends
I am not a trash can for your emotions
I am not a dishwasher or a washing machine
I am not a goldfish you can feed and then forget about.
I am not a role.
Not a girlfriend, not a wife, not a mother, not a daughter.
I am not a thing.
I am leaving this shelf you put me on.
I will be free.