The Web
I am a Captive in my own web.
I am the Captain of my own destruction.
I am caught, caught in the middle.
Stuck in the web of mistakes I tangled myself into.
Instead of beautiful silk, threads of lies and insults encase my body.
Regret penetrates me spreading from my head down to my feet.
I know the way out but the words I need to say wont come out of my mouth.
I am Stunned, stunned that I could create such a carefully woven disaster.
I put no thought into the weaving and did not care about the mistakes
until they came and stabbed me in the back.
But Finally,
I am free.
I am free because I unwove the web.
I unwove the web with truth, and flattery,
sweet flattery that flew from my lips as if I had always possessed this quality.
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