Interrupt Me

It’s the fear that consumes me

The mirror that antagonizes me
The enemy that stares me down
Burns my eyes so I won’t be found
Rips through my skin
Continue to sin
Inhale Exhale
My body turned frail
Pale Pale Pale
What happened to that little girls fairy tale?
Abruptly disrupted

Mentally interrupted

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