Diminished

15 May

I was a thick book of bold handwriting, until

you showered me with a relentless onslaught

of contempt, judgments, and criticism.

I am drenched with my own inadequacy.

I shrink into the size of a scrap of paper

that could fit in your pocket.

I realize I’m selfish to complain, but

I don’t recall signing up to endure this downpour of spite.

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