I’m not one to cry
I’m not one to be put on a pedal stool
I am an imbalance sense of self
Like an old time clock that needs rewinding
Like a doormat that’s used to being walked on, now tethered
I am just the reflection you make me to be
But I am neither nor
Like a fish who drowns in water
A breath that forgets to breathe
A facade of what defines make believe
I am what you see in my false semblance.
I am my worst enemy.
Erica L. Varela 