focused on the whispers
defensive
painfully true
smirks disguise intent of closing my doors
slamming shut one by one
standing with weak legs
In shock
mocking
tears flow full with your reflection
stunned
as the spot light shines in my eyes
on stage
naked
help, anyone, please!
It's not fair
Crowd gathering to watch the snake strike to kill
erase filth my hands supply
is this all I've become?
all the positive forgotten
finger feed my mouth with sweet dreams,
self esteem
at least won't you whisper lies?
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