In a world full of deceit and lies,
I often find myself questioning,
Am I just a pawn in their wicked game,
Taken advantage of without even realizing?
They speak sweet words and wear masks of charm,
But deep down I sense something is amiss,
Are they using me for their own gain,
Leaving me feeling nothing but pure distress?
I give and give, always willing to help,
But do they truly appreciate all I do?
Or am I just a tool for them to exploit,
Leaving me wondering if my kindness is so easily misconstrued?
Oh, how I wish for clarity and truth,
To know if my heart is being played,
For the fear of being used and discarded,
Leaves me feeling lost and afraid.
But in the end, I must trust in myself,
To see through the facade they wear,
And hold onto my worth and dignity,
Knowing that I deserve better care.
So I'll stand strong and hold my ground,
Refusing to be manipulated and used,
For I am worthy of love and respect,
And in that truth, I refuse to be abused.
© Copyright © 2024 ~ Mickiaella Dasilva
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