The one moment you are proud and the next moment someone cuts you down to size. You stand there weeping, hoping no one will notice. Your puffy eyes and scars dusting your crimson cheeks. Why did you do this to me? Am I nothing to you? They just want to see you bleed. Your limbs cut off and leaking sap. Don’t let them see the twitching of your eye or the shaking of your hands. They’ll eat you up if they knew. But they already do.