Every word is a cut,
Scarring my psyche.
Every glance a critique,
Determined to sink me.
Every change or suggestion,
Shows how much there is wrong.
My half full glass,
Is emptied for fun.
A pinprick will bleed me,
As much as a slice.
Your burning intentions,
Boil me inside.
You cannot escape it,
The cruelty shows through.
I may be too sensitive
But at least I can feel.
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