I hear your voices all around,

whispering my name,

picking at all my faults,

spread and twisted by

one who doesn't know them.

I see your half-hidden gestures,

singling me out,

so others see my faults,

created and mutilated by

one who doesn't understand.

I feel your empty stares,

reducing me to nothing,

beacuse of my faults,

created by

The Goddess of Hate.



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