They knocked again at my door,
I opened it just like all the times before,
I knew of the pain they would bring,
But still I obeyed the door bell ring;
Inside I invited them to be a good host,
At my kitchen table we sat for our own private
roast,
Pictures of us were spread across the table,
We looked at what we wanted to change but would never be
able,
They laughed, judged, and pointed out flaws to make me
aware,
They did this for so long I began to care,
Then Silent they went because they had their fill,
I rose and led them to the door, I know the drill,
They exited leaving me with insecurities newly polished and
shined,
Back they went, the voices of my self hate, back into my
mind.
They knocked again at my door, I opened it just like all the
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