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I cower in the corner
as your words wound me.

You are so hard on me;
chiseling away
at my confidence.

You slaughter my self-esteem;
you destroy what
gives me identity.

You stunt my growth,
giving me insecurity
that has become my roots.

A bitter word from you
and all my ugliness comes out
like it was just below the surface.

You are the voice in my head
telling me I'm not good enough
every day of my life.

You killed me daily
with your criticism and judgment.

So often you gave me a shovel
and made me dig my own pit.

Now here I remain,
a shell of a human being,
the casing of the former me.

Empty inside,
bullet-riddled,
completely broken.