she

She is the knife.
She slices deep.
She takes my life.
She cannot sleep.

Her wish for you,
Just happiness.
She gives to you,
Herself, no less

She stares at me,
Hate in her eyes.
She wishes I,
Would simply die.

Her pain is real.
Her heart desires,
A love to feel.
Her soul expires.

In the mirror,
She sees nothing,
But her horror.
She is nothing.

Lonely in crowds,
So she fears them.
Wraps in a shroud,
Of false wisdom.

She is helpless,
Imitates force.
Life is pointless?
But yes, of course!

Sinks horribly
In her depression
This she is me,
My self-expression
 

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