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Author/Writer/Spoken word artist/Songwriter/Singer/Student. @ UNIZIK
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Now, Who Do I Believe?
<p>I swayed into the den of love.</p><p>"The chemistry is beautiful," they said.</p><p>But did they really mean it?</p><p>That, I couldn't tell.</p><p></p><p>I swayed into the den of friendship.</p><p>"The bond is unbreakable," they said.</p><p>Where secrets unfolded within their circles.</p><p>That, I couldn't tell.</p><p></p><p>I swayed into the den of self-harm.</p><p>Oh, how comforting it felt to replace emotional pain with physical wounds.</p><p>But did it silence the voices in my head?</p><p>That, I couldn't tell.</p><p></p><p>I swayed into the den of silence.</p><p>Oh, how peaceful it seemed to become a chosen mute.</p><p>But did it stop the rumours and gossip?</p><p>That, I couldn't tell.</p><p></p><p>I swayed into the den of maltreatment.</p><p>Oh, how dazzling it was to be silenced by a knife pressed against my skin.</p><p>But did it take away my fear?</p><p>That, I couldn't tell.</p><p></p><p>But what I can tell is this—</p><p></p><p>The chemistry was a lie.</p><p>I was kept aside like the ace card,</p><p>Only to be played when he needed to reach his queen—</p><p>A queen I was never meant to be.</p><p></p><p>The bond was like a copper wire,</p><p>Consumed by the fire of hatred and gossip.</p><p>I was pushed aside,</p><p>Needed only when their thirst demanded someone to quench it.</p><p></p><p>My skin became a canvas,</p><p>Decorated with crimson carvings,</p><p>As I traded emotional wounds</p><p>For physical ones.</p><p></p><p>My lips remained sealed,</p><p>Because my opinions were deemed unworthy.</p><p>My voice grew hoarse,</p><p>Calling out to ears that never intended to listen.</p><p></p><p>I was trapped by the unknown,</p><p>A knife buried in my thigh.</p><p>I couldn't scream,</p><p>For Mr. Silence had claimed my voice,</p><p>And Mrs. Fear had wrapped chains around my soul.</p><p></p><p>The reality of it all</p><p>Was regret.</p><p>Lies.</p><p>And more lies.</p><p></p><p>There were moments I knew I could survive,</p><p>But Mr. Silence and Mrs. Fear held complete dominion over me.</p><p></p><p>I became vulnerable to deception.</p><p>I believed every promise</p><p>As though tomorrow depended on it.</p><p></p><p>Only to discover that it was all a lie.</p><p></p><p>And as the lies collapsed,</p><p>They dragged me down with them.</p><p></p><p>Now...</p><p><br/></p><p>Who do I believe?</p><p></p>
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