emotional
Wary, a hyena anger forged
I. The Hacked Poet
Digital daggers pierce my screen,
Trust bleeds out where words had been.
Keystrokes shatter, voice hijacked,
My essence stolen, soul ransacked.
Whispers poison, wires aflame,
Bridges burn—who's left to blame?
II. The Targeted Girl
Ping! Ping! Predator's dance,
Pixels bright with false romance.
Click. Tap. Swipe. Tactics unfold,
Innocence crushed, futures sold.
Sweet nothings curdle, turn to bile,
Hope withers 'neath his toxic guile.
III. The Silenced Competitor
Where verse should soar, he lurks in shade,
Spite his ink, our light to fade.
Belittling brilliance, stealing shine,
Acid pen corrodes divine.
Art gasps for air, choked by disgrace,
Janus-masked fraud usurps our space.
IV. The "Saved" Soul
Saviour's mask, a hollow star,
"Help" leaves scars, near and far.
Self-praise echoes, spirits wilt,
Crushed beneath towers of guilt.
Puppet strings, not wings, he brings,
Rescue's ruse—how freedom stings!
V. The Witness to Lies
Death, illness feigned with glee,
Attention's void for all to see.
Tales spun from a forked tongue,
Truth and fiction come undone.
Even facts taste of deceit,
Trust now ashes at our feet.
Chorus (All Voices)
Beware the poet, serpent's pen!
Venomous verses strike again.
In webs of lies, we're spun and caught,
Our voices puppeteered, distraught.
Can you hear our silent screams?
Do you see our shattered dreams?
His falsehoods bloom, then wither fast,
But trauma's shadow long will last.
For liars gain one bitter prize:
Doubt clouds truth, trust quickly dies.
Behind each mask, our essence fades,
A cautionary tale cascades.
Urgency pulses through our veins,
Act now—before more fall in chains.
Words are weapons, shields, and balm,
Speak out to break deception's calm.
Our stories echo, raw and real,
To warn, to heal, to help reveal.
Desperate defiance in the dark
Desperate defiance in the dark
Voice vanishing, vaporised by virtual vitriol
Algorithms amplify absence, abandonment
Words once winged now wither, wane
Trauma's tendrils tighten, twist, torment
Silence. Deafening. Oppressive. Inescapable.
Childhood's cruel cacophony echoes, endures
Rape's raw rage resurfaces, relentless
Abuse's ache amplifies, accumulates
Gaslighting's glare grows, guts grace
A chill wind of indifference swept through the room, leaving me shivering and unseen.
Neurodivergent narratives, now nullified
Vestibular vertigo, vision vacillating
Fibrous fire flares, flays fragile flesh
Depression's darkness deepens, devastating
The empty chair across from me seemed to mock my solitude,
its vacant seat a cruel reminder of my isolation.
Social streams shrink, shrivelling slowly
Platforms purge purpose, passion, power
Identity invalidated, invisibility impending
Self-worth withers like wilting flower
In silence, I found solitude; in solitude, I embraced silence
Yet still, soft syllables simmer, survive
Waiting, whispering: "We will rise."
For even silenced, stifled, suppressed
The soul's song softly, surely sighs
Through the hollow halls, past the empty rooms,
beyond the echoing silence,
a single, defiant voice dared to speak
In the depths of this suffocating silence,
A flicker persists, refuses to die.
Though the world may try to extinguish our light,
We will rise, reclaim our stolen sky.
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