I sat shaking on the carpet,

As all my illusions were shattered before me,

Laid bare,

To the burning gaze of others.

I was choking,

Choking down the sounds of my despair,

For I knew

The truth was being spoken

Unveiled, unshielded, unsoftened.

I am this person,

He laid out before me,

In such anger and aversion.

Trapped,

By myself,

And his words,

I was torn,

Apart,

And despised myself so completely,

For myself

My weakness.

Sensitivity,

Is a curse.

Self absorption,

Is a curse unto others.

Therein lies the distinction.

These soft pink flowers,

Rest here,

The ones I don’t deserve.

Hypocrisy and betrayal,

Lie bare,

Their beauty is poison,

Fiery pink accusation.

I sit in silence,

In an empty room,

And weigh the truths known and spoken.

Did I deserve this?