Paper Cuts


cut me here, cut me there, draw back,
admire your handiwork and watch
me writhe in pain at the sting of all
your words.

you watch me cry, i watch you laugh and
i know it is all a game designed to
cut me down to size so i can fit
into your perception of what i am.

individual words, paragraphs
and sentences, too. all written to
remind me that i am the one who is
always in the wrong.

you cut me small so you can stand
tall and i gaze in horror at the blood
that never stops flowing from all these
paper cuts.


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