She is the wild heart searching for her Other
She is the conditionally loved and cherished child
She is the lonely girl who coldly stares at another
She is the sequestered adolescent who beguiles.
She is the woman who stays silent as they take from her
She is the loyal and apathetic friend
She is the hopelessly devoted and ambivalent Mother
She is the tentatively committed wife without end.
She has become a spell of what Others need her to be
And when she removes her bindings at night
She had expected to see the faces of Others
But what she sees is herself staring back at me.
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