Your name does not matter to me.
Not with all the names you've called her,
Hanging in the air like
toxic gas suffocating innocent children.

You're too ashamed of the beautiful person you've created
to look her in the eyes.
Too afraid you'll see all of the things
you are not.

She cuts herself off
because the person she was told to trust,
took her heart
and sent it through a grinder.

She rations herself like she does her food,
too afraid to give herself away
because you taught her to
hate what the mirror reflected.

But of everything broken
that she has become,
she will only ever always be a
reflection of what you wish to be.

And I pray to whatever's living
that when she leaves,
she will take all of your
arrogant self-righteousness with her.