I was much too innocent, too happy, too free.
everyone seemed much offended by me
dancing through life on a wisp of a breeze
some were determined to bring me to my knees.
To teach me a lesson, they fed me the food
of demon betrayal and tried to include
spoonfuls of bitterness, the gossip ensued
trying to make me one of their brood.
This venomous poison went quick to the heart
I saw they were talented right from the start.
Honing their craft as they practiced their art
eagerly watching....... as I fell apart.
Taking great pleasure at their own narration
feeling themselves in complete domination
using sweet words of manipulation,
My inner strength was their miscalculation!
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