Cursed Poem by grace mariner

What is it you see when you look in the mirror?
Do you see yourself as the villainous coward you are?
We all have pain but most face it, becoming stronger despite the suffering.
Not you my damaged giant!
So afraid of the depth of emotion that you could not face for fear of drowning.
What treachery!
What betrayal!
Perhaps you are what you have always thought yourself to be...
a vicious angry man with blood on his hands that will not wash away.
What cruelty!
What villainy!
All are cut from the same cloth.
All wear their patches here and there.
But you, oh my dear Master you are cloaked in it from head to toe!
It is your burial shroud.
Your brilliance cannot go unmentioned for it takes a brilliant mind to plot such deception.
My logical mind cannot fathom such egregious behavior.
An already battered heart is an easy target,
like kicking a wounded animal.
My mind plays tricks on me as I recall words so sweet, touches so gentle, whistles of happiness.
And perhaps I am what I've always thought myself to be...
a damaged thing, forgettable, invisible.
That made your assault all the easier,
and all the crueler.
Perhaps thinking lowly of oneself is not the harshest punishment.
Perhaps doing what you know to be the most contemptible and then having to live with it day by day meets that standard.
For this wounded animal, like so many of my kind,
I will forgive, kiss my Masters blood stained hand and say goodbye