In Your Image

Looking at you is like looking in a mirror

Created in your image, all I see is how much I hate myself.

You get high, I get low

A projection of the revelation

Of never being good enough

No praises or hallelujahs in return

Only the silent realization that

You are no longer my confessional.

You may punish me with cold shoulders and

Excuses so rehearsed they resemble scripture

My truth remains

The all consuming fire has been put out

I am no longer a moth to your flame.