Who Kneels?

I kneel before you, unworthy,
Head bowed and arms upturned,
Feel the sting and see the red,
Tears fall on fragile skin, and bruise.

A silence ensues, ''Compose yourself!''
Is that your harsh voice I now hear?
Or just the remnant of to whom I did bow of late,
The whisper hurts my throat, I'm sorry.

My apologies rise to meet you,
Greeted with distain, or is it?
I dare not look up.
Are your ears deaf to me?
Or is my voice too small?

A wrath unleashed upon myself,
Derision of my servitude,
A denial of the care I feel too strong,
Judgements I anticipate, and fear.

I do care what you think,
More than you know.
I see Her in your eyes,
Feel her revulsion at every bite.

My defiance for one second,
A raised voice;
An angry shout,
My defence,
An attack on my own resistance.

Unknowing ears hear only a dismissal,
For this my apology,
It is not you I hate,
Nor toward you is my anger directed.

These days I don't chain down emotions with emptiness and cold,
Nor smother myself in luxurious gluttony to block out my feelings,
These days I don't paint so much in red,
It hurts me more to keep it in,
These days I delve deeper, I feel.

Emotions long forgotten surface,
As the body heals and heart quails before experiences long forgotten.
What you see before you, I know not.

What kneels?
Is it a burden on your heart?
A broken princess,
Is it just a troll who stayed from the path?
What do you see?