no embellishment
i wake up every morning with images of betrayal and deception personified staring at my face. mocking, spiteful, arrogant, unremorseful, ugly. it's the kind of ordeal i go through every minute of my waking hours no matter where i am or who i am with.
the images haunt me like ghosts, and i know that even my laughter cannot feign the anguish i feel. there is pounding in my chest that never goes away and leaves me constantly feeling fatigued. my head sorely swells not of pride but of self-humiliation. at times i want to puke just to extricate the feeling of being filthy. reduced to a sex object, taken for an idiot who could easily be duped by a display of false concern, disgraced and stripped of my dignity; such dehumanizing experience.
