Manipulation Poems - Poems about Manipulation

they stand at the bar tipping poison into their own drinks smiling like devils with cherry lipstick— their eyes cold and wet, like alley cats wet from the rain. they love to tell you you’ve misunderstood the truth you’ve got it all wrong— your shadow’s on the wrong side of the street. they hold up a mirror— you see yourself cracking like cheap glass— they grin, one step back one...

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You found me nearly hollowed out. A bag of bones upon the ground My soul retreats into my pith But not before you catch a glimpse My soul hides within my core For the light it had, it has no more Your fingers and eyes begin to comb Through the mess of flesh Incaged in bone You looked me over and sat me up Then...

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Subtle strings are pulled, Truth distorts, free will erodes, Trapped in their design. ©bfa051725 ...

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She had been indoctrinated to believe her country was free But she hit the tripwires, had nowhere to flee She learned the hard way that what she'd been taught were lies from a regime that couldn't be fought. His country was designed free, the constitution shows But there are some paths where nobody goes There is organized crime, and ideologues on...

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You stripped me from my innocence. painted me black and blue you'd tell me that you loved me but honestly it wasn't true. You told me I was beautiful and that no one else compared. Expect for the entire naiborhood who would have stopped and stared. you told me not to tell anyone and even if I dared...

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In your eyes a spark still survives A place where your dreams flies With your hand, mind and heart Created a sweet that was art One fateful day you questioned the books To find honey mouthed partner a crook The trust your partner did swear to abide Was stealing your dreams, a grin did hide Heart heavy with sorrow, your trust torn apart The...

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• The pitch black sky shines brighter than you • I don't know why I stayed • All this time I thought you cared • I was too blinded to see I've been played ...

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Trapped in a bowl to live On display to be picked apart Every move watched and discussed Judged by their own reflection in the mirror Disconnect from the mind hive Ignoring and avoiding a good start Their word farts making me disgusted The way of their thinking is sheer horror Trapped in this bowl their vice Control and manipulation impart The are trapped in what...

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One moment they’re perfect, The next they turn their backs When you start lining up All the red flags. When they start it will be like a dream, Thinking its good when Their intentions turn mean. You won’t see the truth about who they really are. You’ll keep up the excuses For why they are the lowest bar. They have no...

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{"I poisoned myself, thinking about you nonstop, it was annihilating me on the inside, even the melancholy sounds of the river streams that intonate into droplets, do not convey to me the ultimatum of serenity anymore. Your presence was sufficient to morph me into someone I’m certainly not. I cut my eyes to the mirror and...

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I am filled with rage and frustration. I’m doing my best, pushing forward with everything I have, yet I feel forced to halt my own progress. In a tempestuous fury, I question you. I lead, I strive, and every step feels like a battle with you. You have it easy, assuming I’ll shoulder everything while you...

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I have a story to tell Where survival and pain Literally broke the veil. It took years to see The truth of my abuse And the memories of my hurt Has given me my muse. I fell into men that craved control. I knew one day I would get rest For my weary soul. Physical pain was a common norm And my abusers...

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You make me happy. You are full of life. You represent everything I need. Please, call me mine. These are my sweet, weak but effective lines to get through your walls; they work like magic, always. My first week with you will be soothing; I'll take you to a paradise of ecstasy, and you'll forget your worries. Wait, give me a little time, and I'll...

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Do you think I run scared from you? Do you think that you stand above me in those big boots? Do you think I cower, trembling beneath a table, With my tail tucked between my legs, While you search for me atop that high horse you like to ride? Do you think in this childish game of cat and mouse, You...

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Criminals feel they deserve whatever they desire Morality isn’t relevant, its ruthlessness that they admire Society owes them, it robbed their rightful portion Criminologists describe this as cognitive distortion. Elliot’s manifesto said he wanted to fit in, Cast out, rejected, just couldn’t win He wrote that women couldn’t see his value, his...

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