In the tide of silence, I drown in despair,
Bitter words, shattered trust, all too unfair.
Your lies thorns, pierce my fragile heart,
A symphony of pain, tearing me apart.
But still, I’ll rise; from this abyss, I’ll emerge,
For in me dwells a spirit, untamed and surged.
I offer you kindness, a balm for your soul,
Yet you turn against me, leaving an empty hole.
Blinded by your own darkness, you cannot see,
The depths of compassion reside within me.
I bear the weight of your blame, heavy and vast,
As the echoes of betrayal continue to blast.
Yet I won’t surrender to bitterness and disdain,
I’ll rise above with resilience in my veins.
For the faults you project, they belong to your own,
I won’t let deceit define me; I’ll find strength unknown.
So let the tides of falsehood crash upon my shore,
I’ll stand tall, unmoved, for I am more.
More than the lies, more than the pain,
I’ll transcend this anguish like a poet’s refrain.
For I am a vessel of kindness and grace,
Unyielding, unwavering, in this relentless chase.
And though you may try to burden my name,
I’ll rise, I’ll heal, fueling the eternal flame.