I boil beneath her gaze, festering like a sore
Engulfed in flames, a pain I ignore.
Her eyes undress me, revealing what I hide
The secrets I have guarded, the tears I have cried.
She is cruel, in the way she sees,
Picking apart my serenity,
Hoisting me up, like strange fruit on a tree.
My skin scarred, like dirt in fresh snow.
I smell the burning of flesh, that I recognize as my own.
I swing back and forth, controlled by the wind,
As she whispers the weaknesses I hold within.
She cuts me down, when I've accepted defeat.
My head hangs low, like the branches of a tree.
I wouldn't dare look up, to behold my enemy.
With one look in the mirror
I recognize her as me.
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