Deceit

Victim of Catfishing

23/10/20

 

"This is not what u looked like online."
Your image so different from what I find,
In the dim glow of my screen's soft light,
I thought I knew you, but it wasn't right.

Your words, a sweet symphony of deceit,
I fell for the rap, the virtual feat,
My heart, now a tangled web of pain,
Catfishing's cruel, a relentless game.

Behind this facade, who are you, I ask,
A stranger's mask, a gripping, haunting task,
I'm left with questions, doubts, and fear,
A victim of catfishing, shed no tear.

The pain is real, the betrayal deep,
In the realm of shadows, secrets keep,
This virtual world, where trust is blind,
I'm a victim of catfishing, lost in time.
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Victim of DA-Gaslighting

23/10/16

 

Why are you trying to make me seem crazy,
With every word and gesture, sly and hazy?
You twist the truth and distort the facts,
In this gaslit world, I struggle to relax.

You undermine my thoughts, my feelings, my worth,
A victim of your gaslighting since my birth.
But I won't let your deceit define my fate,
I'll reclaim my truth and break free from this state.

I'll hold on to my sanity, thought you try to steal,
In this poem, my strength and resolve, I'll reveal.
No longer your pawn, I'll break these chains,
In the face of your lies, my spirit remains.

Through the webs of deceit, I tread the road,
In the shadows of Manipulation, my truth untold.
With every lie, a story unfolds,
In this gaslit world, my spirit, they'd behold.
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Victim of Cheating

23/10/17

I never thought I'd catch you doing this to me,
Betrayed and broken, my trust shattered at the seams,
Innocence lost, like a ship lost at sea,
A victim of cheating, lost in painful dreams.

Deceit and lies, like venom in my veins,
I'm haunted by secrets, by your hidden gains,
Tears and torment, my heart forever stained,
A victim of cheating, in this never-ending rain.

Loneliness engulfs me, a constant, cold embrace,
Each moment's a reminder of your false, two-faced grace,
I never thought I'd be in this darkened place,
A victim of cheating, my heart's a hollow space. 

The pain, the hurt, too much to bear,
A victim of cheating, a soul laid bare,
But I'll find the strength, the will to repair,
In time, I'll heal, from this cruel affair.
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Victim Of Greed

23/10/08

"Is materialistic things all you're after," a somber refrain,
A tale of love marred by avarice's stain,
In the shadow of wealth, a heart left in pain,
A relationship shattered, never to be the same.

Once, love bloomed bright, a promise so sweet,
Two souls entwined, in harmony complete,
But greed crept, like a thief in the night,
And cast a dark shadow, blinding the light.

Desires for riches, possessions untold,
Drowned out the whispers of love, once so bold,
Each dollar, each coin, like a poison, it stole,
leaving love's tender bonds tattered and cold.

"Is materialistic things all you desire,"
I questioned, tears falling like rain,
In this web of greed, we're caught in the mire,
Our love, once ablaze, now extinguished in pain.
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Mirrored Deception

23/7/25

In the realm of manipulation's artful guise, 
Resides a tactic where deceit does arise.
The Mirror Effect, a cunning masquerade, 
A manipulator's game so skillfully played.

They study you closely, observe with keen eye, 
To mimic your manner, to imitate your why.
Reflections they become, your traits they acquire,
Crafting a mirrored image, stoking desire.

With practiced precision, they mirror your grace, 
Adapting their gestures, your essence they embrace.
Their words echo yours, your beliefs they align,
Creating an illusion, a connection so fine.

But behind the facade, there lies a disguise, 
A web of deceit, spun with calculated lies.
They seek to control, to mold your will,
Using your own reflection, their purpose to fulfill.

Beware the mirrored tricks, the artful deceit, 
For beneath their reflection, motives may retreat.
Hold on to your truth, your individuality,
Don't let their mirrored web ensnare your reality.

In the face of the mirror, stay vigilant and strong, 
Know your own worth, where you truly belong.
Break free from their grasp, reclaim your own voice, 
And shatter the illusion, make your own choice.

For the Mirror Effect may try to misguide, 
But authenticity and self-awareness will be your guide.
Stay true to yourself, let your light shine bright, 
And escape the clutches of their mirrored night.
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Deceptive Embrace: Unmasking Love Bombing

23/7/20

In a realm of deceit, where shadows dance, 
There lies a tactic, a cruel romance.
Love bombing, it's called, a manipulative art,
A toxic allure, a deceitful sweetheart.

With honeyed words and gestures grand, 
They sweep you up in their cunning plan.
Like a whirlwind of affection, they draw you near, 
But beware, my friend, for danger lurks here.

They shower you with praise, a captivating spell,
Their affection overwhelms, like a sweet-scented swell.
They whisper promises, make you feel adored, 
But beneath the surface, a trap is carefully stored.

Love bombing, a facade, a twisted embrace, 
Designed to bind you in a tight, suffocating space.
Their affections, like petals, wilt and fade, 
Leaving you broken, vulnerable, betrayed.

Their love is a weapon, a manipulative game, 
To control your thoughts, your actions, your name.
They prey on your vulnerabilities, exploit your desire,
Leaving you lost, consumed by the fire.

But listen, dear heart, do not be swayed,
For love should be gentle, not a game to be played.
Recognize the signs, the false promises they bring, 
And break free from the chains of their insidious string

Hold onto your worth, your strength, and your voice, 
Don't let their love bombing drown out your choice.
In the face of their tactics, stand tall and strong, 
For true love is patient, it would never steer you wrong.

So, shield your heart, be cautious, be wise,
Don't let love bombing cloud your clear skies.
Find love that's authentic, built on trust and respect, 
And let manipulative tactics be forever in retrospect.
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The Wicked Weave: A Coven’s Cunning

23/7/8
In shadows' cloak, where secrets dwell,
Whispers weave their intricate spell.
A guiding hand with cunning art, 
To bend the will, to play its part.
Behold the art of Odessa Fade, 
A mastermind in masquerade,
She wields her power, sly and keen, 
With choices twain, a wicked scheme.

"If you desire control," she said,
"Two choices, stark, shall lie ahead.
One, a path that's filled with fear, 
The other, draped in allure, so clear."

The first, a specter, daunting, grim,
A choice that's fraught with terror's whim.
A haunting choice, where shadows loom,
A path that leads to certain doom.

The second choice, a sweet charade,
A tempting offer, cunningly made.
A silver platter, seemingly blessed,
The path of comfort, the very best.

For many souls, enticed and swayed,
By options deftly Odessa laid,
They choose the mask of lesser pain,
To quell their doubts, their thoughts restrain.

In haste, they rush, their minds confined,
Seeking solace, the easy find.
A feeble shield, their doubts to quell, 
Under Odessa's beguiling spell.

So heed this caution, gentle heart,
When faced with choices, set apart,
Beware the charms, the false embrace, 
And see beyond her treacherous face.

For in the realms where freedom gleams, 
We must unveil these wicked schemes.
To think, to ponder, to break the mold, 
And forge our paths, both brave and bold.















			

	
					

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Charm’s Manipulative Dance

	

	

		
	

		

		
23/6/23


In golden words she weaves her tale, 
A charming guise, a captivating veil.
"I'm pretty and smart," her lips declare,
While her eyes gleam with a knowing stare.

With cunning grace, she dances the game,
A master of manipulation, her aims untamed.
Her smile, a weapon, disarms with ease,
As she weaves her web of sweet deceit.

But behind that smile, a darkness resides, 
A heart detached, where empathy hides.
Her words, like whispers, they beguile,
Yet truth eludes her calculating guile.

Beneath the surface, a dismissive air,
She dances with power, devoid of care.
Her laughter, a mask, conceals her intent,
Leaving others to wonder where loyalty went.


For those who trust, her presence divine,
Yet beware the allure of her beguiling design.
Her charm, a façade, a fleeting ruse,
Leaving hearts shattered, and souls confused.

Oh, pretty and smart, she claims to be,
But her actions speak louder, for all to see.
A puppeteer of emotions, she plays her part,
Leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.

So be wary, dear souls, of her captivating spell,
For beneath her beauty lies a tale to tell.
In her realm of manipulation, she may reign, 
But true connection, she can never attain.

			

	
					

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