Painful Truth

The truth:
Hard - a shard of
ice
A grain of dust:
Nothing beneath my
feet.

The truth:
Digging - tearing at my
heart
A burning coal:
Agony in my
mind.

The truth:
Taunting - ripping away my
defence
A silver knife:
Changing who
I am.

The stars:
They watch me - they do not
care
They feel nothing:
I am nothing
to them.

The End

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