Carefully chosen words aimed at my heart.
Your cold eyes search for my weakness.
You find the crack in my armour and let loose your bow.
The arrows find my skin. Lightly at first, they mark me as their target.
My head says no, this is not me, your words will not cut me like you wanted.
Slowly, though, the words reach my heart.
My heart betrays me, it is there that you achieve your goal.
Another reason to doubt myself.
I tell you I know it's not true. Do my eyes betray me too?
Each skirmish leaves a scar I will carefully nurture long after the battle.