Every word spoken felt like another wrong Carried my self-doubt like armament I went to war against myself Each battle won, another scar I don’t know why This pointless self-conflict A knife held to my throat My assailant has my mirror’s face I whisper self-resentment like a dagger aimed at the heart A reflection flickers in the steel A gasp and metal clatters to the ground Fallen tears outlining its shape If I could hold myself, I would I think it’s finally over It wasn’t ever worth it The only acknowledgement I should’ve sought Was my own -k.r.r.
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