In your majestic stride, you exude an aura,

A charm that captivates, admired by all.

Yet, in my heart, there brews a disdain,

For the influence you wield, a force that mauls.

A sea of admirers surrounds your path,

Drawn to your allure, enchanted by your spell.

But within me, resentment takes its hold,

A festering hatred that words fail to quell.

Your gaze, penetrating, delves into their souls,

Awaiting their move, a vulnerable step to take.

Then, with a callous shove, you cast them down,

Leaving wounds so deep, the scars never forsaken.

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Oh, the emotional wreckage you leave behind,

A trail of shattered dreams and broken trust.

Your power to transform, a malevolent dance,

Affects hearts and minds, turning love to dust.

In the silence of your echoing footsteps,

I hear the cries of those you've left behind.

Your influence, a tempest of despair,

Leaving scars on the souls of the maligned.

So, walk on, talk on, in your mighty stride,

But now, in my heart, the hatred abides.

For the pain you inflict with a single glance,

Affects the spirit, leaving no room for chance.

And yet, you avert your gaze from me,

Claiming the hurt I've caused, the pain you bear.

How is that fair to me? Huh?

How could you gaze into my eyes and

Pretend I've wounded you, me hurting you?

I can't bear to lay a finger on you,

Haunted by all the souls you've deceived,

Trapping them in the web of your false love.

In the shadows of deceit,

where love was misconstrued,

I stand alone, my heart now free,

my spirit renewed. No more will I

be ensnared by your deceptive art,

For I choose to heal, embracing a

brand new start.