Self-Examination

She stares deeply through me

Examining my worth

Without even a twitch of her eye

How it scares me

How quickly you can scathe me

With a comment and turn of your face

I seem to fall to half my height

Still you stare

Thinking there is more

Than a scared little girl

Elizabeth Almeida ©2021

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