Gritty little words that grate
On prickling proud ears
Serenade your sense of self
Softened by steal shears
Inflicting tiny ghastly wounds
Paring to Compare
I to you to find me lacking
Nigh a slight with only air
Grown from discontented gripe
Nurtured by their heed
It was only ever just
Gossamer whispers meant to feed
Hushed feelings of distaste
Too ingrained to need backing
Living to compare
You to the world in fear you're lacking
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