Belittled. Made small. Turned useless.
Your worth ripped away. Your confidence gone. The part of you in doubt of who you are, now sweeping past like a tidal wave leaving all hope crumbling in its wake.

Empty. Not full.
Emptied of the joy and spirit you once had. But was it all a lie ? How could it be ? Where is it now. For now I need it more than you.
You. I see your flaws. I watch them. Waiting for you to make a mistake.
But you ... never do. And they... never see. And I ... never know.

How can it be.