The Look

The look
Though unintended
Stirs up memories of others
Who using it caused chaos
Drank my energy
Made me feel less than
The one you see before you

Yes I am confident
Skin deep
But look below
And the ground shakes under scrutiny
Close observation
Inspection

The look
Caused me to shiver in my bed
Expecting repercussions
That never came
That were just games
Of a sick mind less than

The words
Dug into my soul
Tried to hold it
Crush it
Control it
But I broke free

But still I hold the look
And in my confidence
I remember
The less than days
The bitter words
The tantrums and the tears
Pointed my way

So bear with me
I am still a work in progress
And feel I never will be finished
No matter how much clay I use
To rebuild myself
Fill in the cracks
Become more than before

For the little girl
Will always cry in the night
When the look is used