In the dark corners of the mind it festers,
A seed of spite that slowly grows,
Watered by whispers of deceit and lies,
It spreads its roots where sorrow flows.

The heart, once pure, now heavy laden,
With burdens of mistrust and pain,
Eyes that once saw beauty and light,
Are blinded by a disdainful rain.

Words that cut like sharpened blades,
Leave scars that time cannot erase,
In the silence, anger brews,
Turning kindness into a distant trace.

Yet hope remains in shattered hearts,
That love may heal the deepest scars,
For even in the darkest night,
A single star can shine afar.