Cold and hard.
Silently, you dictate to me
My lifestyle, emotions.
Blindly, i follow your lead.
Stepping stone to failure,
You pose as precurser to success.
The gluttonous craves the ascetic.
The narcissist becomes the masochist.
You seep into the spaces
between my rational thoughts,
And plant self doubt,
Which blossoms into self loathing:
Every flaw counted,
measured and valued.
My life in numbers.
My worth in pounds.
