How you made me disappear.

And so we talk.
Some today.
Some yesterday,
more tomorrow.
You ask questions.
Consider the answers.
Make judgments
Finally the aha moment.
You know which label
     to attach to me.
You never have to
    listen again.
 You know me,
  who I am,
  who I was,
  who I am becoming.
And so I disappear.
I am what you say I am,
  not who I think I am,
  not what I am trying
 to become, not what
 objective data might suggest.
Never again to be listened to,
  because
  you have deprived me of
  the ability to surprise.
Goodbye.