Two years in the viper's den, where trust goes to die
Learned to watch every shadow, a truth in every lie
Sharpened my senses, honed a blade unseen
Walked a tightrope, balance kept me keen
Survived the whispers, the stings that aimed to break
Fought the venom coursing, for my own sake
Two years in the danger, a dance with deceit
But I emerged a stronger soul, standing on my feet
Wit my armor, silence my shield, navigated the maze
Picked my battles carefully, counted all the days
Alliances shifted, like sand beneath my stride
But I learned to play the game, with nothing left to hide
The scars they may linger, a map of what I've crossed
But the fire in my spirit, by trials was not lost
Two years in the viper's den, a lesson learned in pain
But I rose above the darkness, reborn again
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Deemed To Be
PoetryDive into the pages of 'Deemed To Be' a poignant and thought-provoking poetry collection that delves deep into the dark underbelly of the modern education system. Through evocative verses and vivid imagery, this book explores the often unspoken, tox...
