Letters To Someone

A Second Chance, Maybe?

I know I'll have to shield myself from your judgement.
Cause you might think that finally thou areth the Daniel that hath cometh to thy judgement .
Cause you will shove daggers at me while you tear away my covers and feast on my bareness, my nakedness with your ever judgmental gaze.
You may not know it yet, but you really do, unfazed!
Your armour held high, like a knight you come.
But I'm already too plain to soothe my pain with rum.
Cause you will judge me with all your might.
It shall leave me cold, shivering and quivering in the dark, enemied night.
I will not let you hold the sledgehammer over my head while I bury myself deep into the dirty, swollen, earthen tartar.
I'll not let you shovel my grave while I die from the murder.
I will not let you inside my tiny, isolated, warm cocoon.
But nevertheless you keep staring at me with your accusatory gaze like a degraded goon.
You look at me with unhinged , unbothered disgust, like I have sinned.
A sinner whom not even Noah, the great, can save from the fallen archangel who was winged.
I have sinned.
For I stood my ground, my back to the hard, concrete wall, leaned.
And here I tell you again with unperturbed determination to face .
You shall never see me again in that case.
They tell me it is just a phase.
But I know all I'm really in, is a daze .
Your eyes bore into my skin, nails digging , stomach churning.
Skin crawling, my insides are burning.
The scar runs deep now, the ones that you keep poking and scratching and digging with your long, deadly, monstrous claws.
That keep reminding me whenever I look at myself in the mirror, about my flaws.
But it makes me wonder if you are flawless yourself.
For you surely would have equilibriated it with your ever perfect self.
I wonder if this is me being too boisterous. 
Or is it you being too impostrous?
Will you, to save myself, give me another chance?
For if not, then I'll forever be stuck in this trance!