The blue eyed mask dropped
And it is clear
So clear to see the series of events
Played it well, flawless performance
Convinced it was a victim standing right before me
But not so much of a victim, huh?
Say you got scars
Never doubted it
Could have learned from them
And ascended them
Tell me,
How badly did they bleed before turning into scar tissue?
Can you remember?
Remember how the lies you heard messed up your spirit
It hurt, didn’t it?
To be taken for granted
To be discarded like nothing
So what do you do?
Repeat it
Sweet words
Brought down all defenses
You walked in
Truth was still well hidden
Took what was needed and left a trail of dirt on the way out
Don’t remember what the wounds inflicted upon you did to you?
Shall I invite you one last time, so you can see it for yourself?
So here goes my plea
Why come to my world after yours has been wrecked by fake personas?
Doing the same toward my soul
To feed off someone’s energy?
A distraction?
An easy achievement?
Self sabotage?
Your shadows must know the answer
Did this play pretend character swallow the real one?
Fate drew one single card for this whole cycle
And there it was, laying on the floor all along
I flipped the card
The Tower
Rebuild yourselves
The foundation built before was fragile and false
Time to face the truth
Hold myself responsible to grow
And for that I must be grateful.
Nida 𝔅.