She was converted into a scale,
Whenever she fell into a snare.
Conversing with herself,
Whenever she compares,
To herself and to others,
Degrading her own worth.
She deprived her capabilities,
Thinking it was not hers.
She mused herself with a mimic,
A mannequin that doesn't hear.
The pieces of her life,
Were once her ion and strife.
A final message to the air,
Was to say,
"They were who I always wanted
to be."
Hence, she bleeds,
Not of blood,
But of tears
Caused by anguish and guilt.
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