In shadows cast by twisted tales, There dwell the ones who never fail, To paint themselves the wounded prey, Though in their games, they lead astray.
With silver tongues, they weave their lies, A victim's mask before our eyes, But deep within, a cunning art, To wound and tear our trusting heart.
They garner sympathy, they thrive, While we, the ones they hurt, survive, Through tears and pain, we stand our ground, Yet in their webs, we're tightly bound.
Their words like arrows pierce our souls, Yet on their pain, they take their tolls, As martyrs of their tragic plight, They bask in the manipulative light.
But let us see through veils they weave, Their fabrications, let's perceive, For strength and truth, our shield shall be, Against their games, we shall break free.
In time, the truth will find its voice, And in the end, we shall rejoice, For honesty and courage true, Will bring their masquerade to rue.
So stand your ground, do not succumb, To those who play the victim's drum, For in the end, they'll see the cost, Of hearts and trust forever lost.
Amidst their victim's guise, cunning shadows lie, there are times when people hurt us but surprisingly they start to play the victim which is worse but don't be sad because one day the truth will come out just believe in yourself okay!
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The Battles Within
Poesíawell well they say those people who stay up late will die early. But the generation we r living in are wide awake till late.... what to do this society this pressure this battles within us can we just control all these? let's read some relatable stu...
