You filled your friend's heads with lies
While they filled your head with ideas
On how to ruin me
Don't tell me emotional abuse isn't abuse
Just because it isn't visually recognizable
If only they could see the scars
Why defend her in public
Only to accuse her in private.
Somehow that hurt more than if it were reversed.
If you love someone
And they love you back
Why do you need to manipulate them
Control is everything, and I had none.

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PoetryPoetry pertaining to closing off from everyone, and finding the courage to again reopen myself to others.