anxiousFragile Ego
Poem for Day 133 – 20150513
Allow me to annunciate,
I do not hold you accountable.
It is my fragile ego's fault
that I crushed in defeat.
I've heard the praise,
rained down on me,
but they matter nothing
when you impact me.
Why do you count more,
millstone around my neck,
when other's compliments
are in comparison light as air?
I've given you this weapon,
honed sharp in the shadows.
The waiting despair of broken self
plots against the whole of me.
You speak with a voice ordinary,
volume normal to other's ears,
but to my senses your words
scream condemnation upon me.
A few gasped words from my mouth
bloodied and bruised:
you know not what you do
when I am already incomplete.
I stand here afflicted,
harmed in ways inconceivable.
I seem to stand, no change perceivable,
but in my heart I am inconsolable.
Your knife cuts deep,
inflicting wounds you cannot see.
Walking wounded led to death,
ego defeated at my own hand.
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