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Quand je me regarde, je me fais pitié Je suis là à pleurer Chigner sur le sort de quoi Un semblant de toi Une image contrefaite Qui semblait pourtant si parfaite Qu’est-ce que c’est ironique Qu’est-ce que je suis pathétique D’avoir cru pour une fois Que le vrai toi Se serait épris de moi Évidemment, j’ai eu foi J’espérais, du plus profond de mon cœur Que ta personne de malheur Ne soit qu’illusionnelle Tristement, elle était bien réelle Elle m’a fait croire des choses Qui, à mes yeux, étaient des proses D’une valeur sans équivoque Peut-être aurais-je dû être plus baroque Peut-être aurais-je dû être moins naïve Face à ce masque qui m’enivre Encore malheureusement En ce moment Je laisse couler mes larmes Rendant complètement les armes Abattue comme je suis Après ce que j’ai subi Je n’arrive plus En me remémorant ces rêves vécus À distinguer le vrai du faux N’est-ce pas tristement beau Je me demande à quels instants Se tenait devant Cette personne que j’étais L’homme que je connaissais Qui est-ce J’image que cela n’était qu’une simple farce Feindre de tomber en amour Tu fais ça à tous les jours C’est sûrement pourquoi tu es devenu si bon C’est sûrement pourquoi je suis tombée à fond Dans cette danse maladive Qui avait pour but de combler tes envies les plus vives Tu m’as embrassé Tu m’as touché Tu m’as déviergé Tu m’as manipulé Et je n’ai pas une seule seconde pensé que c’était le cas Alors il ne m’en manqua Que très peu Pour tomber au plus creux J’ai cru en toi Comme je crois au bien-fondé de tout humain qui soit Lorsque je regarde le parcours de cette route Je me dégoute Je n’aurais pas dû croire J’aurais dû savoir J’aurais dû prévoir J’aurais dû entrevoir Le monstre vicieux Que tu incarnes sans pitié Même après m’avoir vu pleurer Même après m’avoir vu chigner Pour cette idée Totalement erronée Que j’avais réussi à ramener À la surface de ton cœur brisé Une personne incapable de manipuler
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
Toi
Quand je me regarde, je me fais pitié Je suis là à pleurer Chigner sur le sort de quoi Un semblant de toi Une image contrefaite Qui semblait pourtant si parfaite Qu’est-ce que c’est ironique Qu’est-ce que je suis pathétique D’avoir cru pour une fois Que le vrai toi Se serait épris de moi Évidemment, j’ai eu foi J’espérais, du plus profond de mon cœur Que ta personne de malheur Ne soit qu’illusionnelle Tristement, elle était bien réelle Elle m’a fait croire des choses Qui, à mes yeux, étaient des proses D’une valeur sans équivoque Peut-être aurais-je dû être plus baroque Peut-être aurais-je dû être moins naïve Face à ce masque qui m’enivre Encore malheureusement En ce moment Je laisse couler mes larmes Rendant complètement les armes Abattue comme je suis Après ce que j’ai subi Je n’arrive plus En me remémorant ces rêves vécus À distinguer le vrai du faux N’est-ce pas tristement beau Je me demande à quels instants Se tenait devant Cette personne que j’étais L’homme que je connaissais Qui est-ce J’image que cela n’était qu’une simple farce Feindre de tomber en amour Tu fais ça à tous les jours C’est sûrement pourquoi tu es devenu si bon C’est sûrement pourquoi je suis tombée à fond Dans cette danse maladive Qui avait pour but de combler tes envies les plus vives Tu m’as embrassé Tu m’as touché Tu m’as déviergé Tu m’as manipulé Et je n’ai pas une seule seconde pensé que c’était le cas Alors il ne m’en manqua Que très peu Pour tomber au plus creux J’ai cru en toi Comme je crois au bien-fondé de tout humain qui soit Lorsque je regarde le parcours de cette route Je me dégoute Je n’aurais pas dû croire J’aurais dû savoir J’aurais dû prévoir J’aurais dû entrevoir Le monstre vicieux Que tu incarnes sans pitié Même après m’avoir vu pleurer Même après m’avoir vu chigner Pour cette idée Totalement erronée Que j’avais réussi à ramener À la surface de ton cœur brisé Une personne incapable de manipuler
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Give me that poison that you keep in your head That beautifully foul taste of copper and lead Tell me the things that you don't think I can stomach So I can prematurely start to heal from it You had a car kitted out with razorblades and gauze Seems ******* weird that that **** didn't give me pause I poked a hole in my temple just for you You lied and told me that you couldn't find the glue Pump me full of your brand of ******** intuition Your sanctioned ammunition never needed my permission
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC
Couldn't find the glue
What if it’s all lies? How am I supposed to know that you’re not lying to me? I don’t! If you’re waiting for something, waiting to cause harm, manipulate, abuse, Do it already… If you ever cared about me at all in any way, Please just do whatever you might be planning. Please stop leading me on with everything, The hugs, kisses, smiles, words, your love I can’t take it. Be mean to me Hurt me Manipulate me Abuse me Stop being so nice.. So kind I don’t know what to do with it- Stop loving me Please do something I know how to deal with, Be mean, hurt me, manipulate me, abuse me, Please, anything. I don’t know what to do with your kindness and love I don’t know how to accept it. It’s so foreign and… wrong. My heart sobs because this is what it longs for, Yet I can’t trust it? Can’t keep it? I don’t deserve this, I’ve never had it before. Please, I’m begging you, If you’re going to be mean, hurt, manipulate, abuse me, Please do it. Do it already, I can’t stand this! Do wrong by me, At least then I’ll know what to do with it. That’d make living without you much easier… I’d know for sure if you’re good or bad. But right now? This hurts. Because I know, I love you, And I have no way to know if the love you’re showing me, Is actually real.
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Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC
M. H. M. A.
She's a Wild Woman, She is out in this world, that is so full of Darkness, but was once a young girl, This World has manipulated, and has taken away her youth, It has shielded her eyes with lies, instead of telling her the full truth, A young little girl, brought up in a world of hate, Who was told so many false dreams, At this point, for her, it's too late There's a little girl out there today, who was given false hopes, and desires, Was told that she would never make it, Only needing someone to Inspire. If only someone would encourage her, and Let her know that it would be Okay, There are people out there who could help her, Llift her up, and continue to Pray. B.R. Date: 8/24/2025
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Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC
Wild Woman
They walk .. slowly. Flashing her distance... happily. She follows the path... patiently. She swallows the water... She walks. Scared not , She walks . She ran- Breath quickened, fastened heart. He stalks- The eyes widened , sharp as steel. She falls. They come ... She ran. She falls - She crumbled. The way she got upset The light she got stared... The way she accepted .. Her fate ensnared. The way he was happy, The evil bestowed The way they asked her, And she followed.
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Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
Ensnare
I am a liar a pathological liar to be exact you can perceive me in many ways, shapes, or forms but in the end of the day the way you view me will just be simple act that I have created just to make you put your trust in me I can say that I'm an "angel at heart" but unfortunately for you I can make you see the world as an ongoing hell were the people that you love are just two - face demons that want you to forever rot in everlasting eternity and I'll be the angel to save you (blind you) from those two - face demons I can also say that "I can never hurt a fly" but if you were a hopeless fly fluttering around my line of sight I can easily trap you inside a jar or cocoon you inside my hands or maybe I'll just squish you slowly with two fingers then I'll make you perceive it as a home(prison) for now on For I am a liar and you will find out eventually so, if you were to sit me down and ask me "Why would you put these lies in my head" I would say "Because why not"
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Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 1:02 PM UTC
I am a liar
Why do I hold on To the stranger's perception Of who I should be
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Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
Esto Quod
Gained a lot From all the Processed Words Put In my mouth... Now Nothing Fits
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Jan 22, 2024
Jan 22, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
Processed
open wide as filth falls with slugged flow putrid lies fog our eyes the stench clinging to nostrils infiltrating minds altering our reality
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Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 2:50 AM UTC
Gaslight
I am held together by tape and pins inside, make shift stitches are the only things keeping myself from falling apart. There are so many chips In my skin I do not know If they are from mine or everybody else’s loathing. My strings are so weak there is no telling when I will have to cut them, and let my limbs fall far beneath my feet. You would think I would be better at keeping myself from ruining everything else, but I have spent too much time tearing myself up to know how to hold anything worth saving In my bloodied hands. My lips have been stretched so thin from keeping all my secrets locked inside I drool blood and grief through the sutures. Please use me, i have no idea how to do this on my own, and I am not my own master anymore. I don’t know how to exist without you. I have been left on the floor for so long I am a mess of broken attempts to fix something that cannot be mended. I am unsure I will even work right, but I need someone to tug on my ropes and make it seem like I am more alive than this.
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC
Broken Marionette Doll
You made me play your game. Now I'll never be the same. I believed the lie you told. Now that I know the truth, I've never felt so cold. So alone. Heart feels heavy like it's made of stone. I can feel myself sinking. Ever closer to depression. Despair. In desperation I cry out "is anyone there?" No one answers of course. Then your voice pops in my head saying "nobody cares." For a second, I believe it. Then I remember your deceit. In a moment of clarity, I realize listening to you would mean I admit defeat. But I wont let you win. I'll take your words and make them mine. It's the end of the line.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
End of the line.
Draws you into her Go don't return we are done Closed up her heart     burn
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
haiku see what she does to you
I left you one year ago, You hurt me and so I let you go, I thought that we had moved passed it though. But you make it so hard to forget, It ***** cause you know how to get, Your words so deep in my head. You know deep down what im like, You know I’d never hurt you in spite, But you say it so that what it sounds like. Twist my words to mean something else, Manipulate what I said myself, Do you know or are you lying to yourself. Don’t act like I did it easily, You know know this wasn’t easy for me, And if you don’t then you never knew me.
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
If you ever knew me
You were lying, I was believing. You were deceiving, I was trusting. You were pretending, I was loving. You were manipulating, I was falling.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Mind Game
The sight of you is an enveloping substance A supreme ****** stimulant Eradicating all commitment and restraint I try to fight but the tenacity of your figure Is in complete control You are a ventriloquist I am a puppet Suspended by strings Manipulated by ***
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
Longing
Severed strings. I dangle free. Master only to psychopathy. Take it all. Every crutch. Can’t manipulate, What you cannot touch.
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
Imperfect Control
Tricks could be dangerous if it was done by the wrong people Disguised in pretty lips and polished words they were trained to manipulate Be careful not to get caught in their petty tricks that are disguised in fancy lies So it is best to think before you absorb and to have a mind of your own
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
Fancy Lies
Your weakness feeds my strength.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
I feed myself with your agony
At the age of 10, I enter a world manipulated by a smooth console with knobs to weave myself into a different skin level up with every **** and move with a certain skill. At the age of 12, I open a world stacked on my shelf. Some world lying there parched like the desert, accumulating dust and letting its texture fray away. Whereas some lie there with their syllables paving roads to adventure and intoxicating the air with its tropic odor. At the age of 14, I scroll myself into another world; where vision is pixelated and lighting is perfect. Instagram and Snapchat are the societies that exist, ranking your position with the followers you keep. Endorphins are the taps you receive and filters are what you apply before you leave. At the age of 16, I pick up the VR goggles and sleep under lucid rainbows and a different constellation. Everything is under my control, the timezone; a stimulation that feels so real. At the age of 18, I meet people of different hues, discovering new worlds in them. With different nations weaved on their skin, and composition of carbon, nitrogen, spice and sweet ever so different in them.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
The Worlds Around Me
maybe I lost my touch can no longer manipulate subjugate you. i know that sounds mighty cruel but when given a rose with those dark painful thorns wouldn't you want to take them off to. strip them with your words and make them beautiful.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
rose thorns
"And I hate it when you overeact, you'll go with your stupid poetry **** There, you pushed the red button which send me right off the cliff Freefalling from my only sanity How do you expect me to react to your most destroying words, should I shut all my nerves and be your punching bag? And why do you mind my stupid poetry **** if they speak nothing about you? Well I guess the shoe fits you perfectly And you feel attacked And you don't like being cornered So you lift up your gun So that my head will end up below your knees And if saying sorry means decreasing the air in my lungs I'd be dead long time ago Being sorry for not doing things in your prefered way Being sorry for not saying yes to whatever you request Being sorry to make you feel bad Being sorry to ******* FEEL You won the war, And I'm the one living with fresh open wounds for years
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
**** me
Mister psychopath I can see through your facade, faking innocence. You want to hurt me, tear me apart limb by limb, to bathe in my blood. to make me suffer, it would make you laugh once more. stay away from me! Mister treachery, you're a wolf in sheep's clothing, you're not who you seem. manipulating, only using charm and wit? that won't work again. I'll overthrow you, because you're no longer king! I, the queen, mean war.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
Goodbye, Mr. Psychopath