In the silence of your praise, I lost my voice,
A puppet to your whims, without a choice.
Your love, a twisted game, a cruel jest,
My heart, a battleground, never at rest.

Your words, sweet poison, seeped into my soul,
Shaping me to fit your narrative, a broken whole.
I danced on eggshells, in the shadow of your might,
Chasing a fleeting glimpse of light.

You wore a mask of charm, so captivating,
While behind closed doors, your rage was suffocating.
Each smile, a dagger cloaked in deceit,
Each embrace, a trap, pulling me off my feet.

But now I see through the mirage you created,
A phoenix rising, no longer sedated.
In the ashes of our past, I find my flame,
Reclaiming my spirit, shedding your name.