Pick and Choose

Infinite panic fills me
With the lovely feeling of nausea,
I cannot see the sun
For the blinding migraine
of my hysteria.
As the air around me flees,
Leaving me to suffocate in my terror,

Heartbeat thrumming in ringing ears...

As I'm kicked awake,
To find myself
Being dragged across the floor
of all my misgivings,

Only to find you....

Tearing this paper doll,
Leaving pieces of her scattered,
Picking and choosing the bits
that you admire,
While throwing the others to the wind
in scorn.

Her frown you overlook
As tears well,
Pain rises in her eyes
Wearing shadows and lines. 
I try to pick up the pieces
To put them back together,
But some things are irrepairable...

And I find that tape
is a poor substitute
for trust.