YOU thought I was happy, but what led you astray?

Just because you adorned me in white dresses,

That made me look like a doll, owned by one afraid

I'd shatter with a single touch, in a world dismayed.

You play the nice guy, with gifts of pristine attire,

Yet, little freedom remains, a life suspended in the mire.

Speak a wrong word, and off to "the Room" I'm sent,

Where happiness dies, and shadows are content.

Yet, beneath the fabric, hides a cruel and deceptive fire.

Those white dresses, not symbols of care,

But a canvas for your scars, a truth hard to bear. You,

driven by a deep-seated disdain, Fueled by past

mistakes, trauma's lasting pain. Do you believe,

in your confinement, we'll bow, But hear this,

we won't yield to your dominance now.

Caging us won't make our voices mute,

Your misuse of power won't force our salute.

I refuse to succumb to your tyrannical reign,

In the face of your abuse, our resilience is sustained.

You marked me as yours, a silent, sinister decree,

Revealing scars, is a testament to your dark mastery.

A possession on display meant to breed fear,

Your actions are a cunning ploy to manipulate

and interfere. After the dance of hurt and pain,

a newfound power arose,

How did I wield it? Through subtlety, a strategy

only I chose. I played the obedient role, a doll of

Compliance, Every moment, an act, concealing my

silent defiance. With each nod and every whispered yes,

A facade I maintained, hiding my growing distress.

In the quiet rebellion, I bided my time,

Plotting a revolt, layering my actions in a

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Pantomime. Behind the mask of submission,

I crafted my escape, A tale of strength and resilience,

a transformation taking shape.

The day I resolved to exact revenge,

Our meeting became the starting point, as you'd avenge.

Preparations were meticulous, every detail in place,

The table set for two, a deceitful embrace.

I crafted your favorite meal with a deceitful smile,

Candles flickered, wine poured, the ambiance beguile.

Dolled up in the white dress, you pledged to "kill" me in,

You, unsuspecting, engulfed in joy within.

Your happiness, a facade I skillfully sustained,

As my plan unfolded, revenge unchained.

As we concluded our dinner, you switched on

The radio and your cherished tune began,

Once, that melody held my affection,

But now, that spark extinguished, mirroring

The demise of my love for you.

The song continued as he invited me to dance,

Reluctantly, I replied, "Okay."

As he joyfully immersed himself in the music,

Dancing with me, our spirits entwined,

But as the song reached its bittersweet finale,

I unearthed my dagger, a harbinger of despair.

Turning back to him, a tempest of emotions within,

I plunged it into his heart, the world stilled,

A symphony of pain and sorrow echoed,

In that moment, love's dance turned into tragedy.

I smiled as I descended towards him, his balance lost.

I landed directly on top of him; he remained still,

A sinister smile of discomfort played on his lips.

My dress was stained with blood, my hands trembling,

He gently brushed my hair from cheek to shoulder,

Whispering, "It's okay," in a comforting tone.