The threads they pull, a piece at a time,
Leaving you bare, a different paradigm.
Your heart, your worth, misjudged and unseen,
A twisted picture, hurtful and mean.
They claim they know, what's best and what's right,
Dimming your spirit, stealing your light.
Control they crave, a life not their own,
Leaving you weary, unknown and alone.
The fight's unfair, the rules rearranged,
Your kindness abused, your spirit estranged.
So throw in the towel, let silence descend,
Sometimes, my dear friend, it's best to just end.
Leave the ring quiet, walk into the sun,
A new start awaits, a battle unwon,
But your peace is preserved, your spirit set free,
Get ready to build, the real honest you.
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