the girl she used to be

a shadowy silhouette of my former self,
this confident child, which ceased to struggle.
i no longer embrace this smoky memory of me;
now others point out how much i can no longer juggle.

my accomplishments are perceived by a jealous eye,
i care too much about the delusional other.
i am broken down by the glares of those below,
and soon i am consumed by the hunger of another.

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