Cruel Attention
Once, my world was built on trust, its perfect form,
my sister and my friend, a solid foundation.
That perfect glass now holds a cruel, mocking storm,
distorting the image of my own creation.
"Look at how she texts," a whisper, then a laugh,
a code of cruelty I am not meant to break.
My words, once just mine, are cut in half,
a terrible mistake for their scorn's sake.
My clothes, a strange and pathetic act they can reframe,
my real-life love, a joke on endless repeat.
I feel myself shrinking as they play their game,
a heart turning brittle, a final, slow defeat.
your jokes, they aren't funny
not when they're aimed at everything I've become.
This isn't teasing; it's ugly to the core,
and my courage feels hollow, my spirit numb.
Once I believed in your light, a moth to its glow,
but now my heart leaps from your approaching feet.
The act of "alright" is a forgotten, empty show,
each insincere smile leaving a taste I can't defeat.
your words, they do hurt me,
a constant cloud of sorrow hanging in the air.
I trusted you both with the real, flawed me,
only to get lost in an endless maze of despair.
What did I do to lose the shelter we once built?
My own sister, my own friend, wielding a blade.
I am burdened by this crushing, senseless guilt,
for the person I was, for the monster they have made.
your laughter, it pierces my soul
an empty sound that drowns my silent pain.
It reminds me that I've lost all control,
and everything beautiful is now washed away in the rain.
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