Amidst all of the tears you have imparted
Lie the truths behind your "need" for vengeance
Before you've even taken wounds from others
You steal up space to supposedly mend them.

Vanishing into the thick smoke, none can see how
You hide from them all and create a boundary,
An unseen space that somehow affords what you
Said you need, you succeeded. Lick the wounds that
Are self-inflicted that you have taken, shutting
The door in my face...*

When I have exactly what you always needed.