When you looked at me,
What did you see?
A girl with a jaded view of the world
Who gobbled up your lies like a  starving child

When you looked at me,
What did you see?
A puppet on a string
Like a yo-yo you could throw out and reel back in?
Or a doll you could dust off and pull off the shelf
Then put back until you need validation for yourself?

They say ‘time heals all wounds’ and for my sake I hope that is soon
For my wounds have often bled
From picking up pieces of my shattered image over and over again.