I see you staring back at me
Tell me what you see
Is it me or is it the monster that I’ve become.
Can you hear me,
Tell me do you hear me
I want you here and I want your help,
But all you’re hearing is the damage that I’ve done
I’m the damage.
I’m the broken object that you hide in the cupboard
The object you’re ashamed of
So tell me do you see me
Clearly.
Do you hear me
crying out your name
I’m stuck in my head
calling out to someone,
somewhere.
being the monster
you turned me into.
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