In shadows cast by words unkind,
A conversation, twisted, we find.
Two voices clah, an eerie duet,
Where power plays its wicked set.

"Mind," it speaks, with sinister glee,
This little game, thank stars it's free.
Did you have fun, forget those who bring
Joy to your heart, like a broken string?

The Guy, silenced, seeks to respong,
But jis words, like echoes, are swiftly gone.
The Mind relishes in its relief,
A sinister smile, devoid of belief.

"Welcome home, child," the Mind does sneer
A dominance claimed, crystal clear.
A power dynamic, cold and unjust,
Leaving the Guy in doubt and distrust.

In this conversation's twisted tide,
The Mind revels, its power to hide.
Yet the Guy, though silenced, holds strength inside,
Seeking liberation, where truth shall reside.