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I figured you out. The illusion is dead,
I've memorised every lie that you've fed.
You don't ******* love me, you love what I give,
The power, the praise, the illusion you live.
You wear me like jewellery, polished and rare,
A possession to flaunt, not a person to care.
You don't want me happy, you want me controlled,
A beautiful trophy with a leash made of gold.
And God, how I hate you for making me blind,
For twisting my love till it poisoned my mind.
I hate every promise that fell from your tongue,
Every truth that you buried, each lie left unsung.
Now I know why you look at me with such spite
I see through the darkness you dress up as light.
My eyes are a mirror you desperately flee,
Because every vile thing you are stares back at me.
You hate that I know you. You hate that I see
The person beneath your carefully crafted deceit.
You can polish your image, play innocent, pretend
But I know where the truth starts and your ******** ends.
And the hatred I feel isn't loud anymore,
It's cold as a corpse and as dead as this war.
There's no rage left to waste, no more begging to do,
Just the sickening knowledge of what I've loved in you.
I don't hate you for breaking my heart.
I hate you for knowing exactly which parts.
For watching me trust you, then twisting the knife
With the same ******* hands that once held mine in life.
And the worst part of all? You still think you've won.
You still wear your mask like the damage is done.
But here's what you'll never forgive me for knowing:
I finally see you.
And I find you repulsive.
Not misunderstood.
Not broken beyond repair.
Not some tragic soul hiding beneath the despair.
Just a person who chose to cause pain
Then dressed up the wreckage and called it a game.
And if you ever wonder why the warmth disappeared,
Remember: I loved you before I saw you clear.
Now the mirror is shattered.
And I hope you remember
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