Two steps back,
I know my place
covered in black doubt
thick,
and I cannot breathe.
Hidden,
masked
by your light.
I grow,
then am shot down,
shattered by your poison darts,
each hitting its mark.
Two steps back. invisible,
last in light,
unworthy
because I am not you.
You shot your darts,
your hate,
your jealousy,
into me.
It has stunted my growth
and is slowly shrinking me.
Taking my last pride,
my friendships.
As I stumble,
fall two steps back,
and into my place.

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