You stand across this tightrope taunting me. Breath in my lungs decompresses as my lungs collapse, air thin, torso on fire.

You stand with open arms in anticipation of my demise. Yet you look upon my malnourished bones in which my skin shriveled. Pain is hidden behind my eyes you see not.

I fed you my heart, and you fed me acid and told me it was water. Poison in my food and gave me. You replaced my heart with plastic/void so you may own my flesh.

Where hideth your face from me as I look upon. The weight on my shoulders is now a part of my physique. You look and adore my size, yet you know not the weight I bear.

Blood is no longer running through my veins, now acid, a concoction you created to replace the blood that runs through my veins. No longer human yet the monster you call me.

The monster you created, yet now compunctious feels you harbor towards me. My reflection hidden as I no longer recognize what I am because this monster is a fake.

So I walk upon this tightrope and I wait for the winds of life to sway me and decide my faith.