I am a lie.
I am an insidious thought that masquerades as truth.
I am a distributor of mental poison.
I use a tiny thread of truth to gain entrance to your heart. I tell you something ever so slightly true so that you’ll trust me, but what I really want is to rape your trust in your own sense of self worth.
I want to assault your boundary of health.
I want to rip to shreds the growth you’ve fought for.
I want to convince you that you’re weak and fraudulent.
I am a lie and my chief aim is to tear down your sense of peace.
I want to confuse your efforts towards change. I want to stall your forward momentum.
I want you to accept that you’re flawed and you lack stamina for the journey ahead.
I want you to see that if you keep falling you are a failure.
I am a lie and I want to persuade you to believe that you’ll do the world a service if you stay small.
I am a lie and I want you to believe that your voice doesn’t really matter.
I am a lie and the sooner you surrender to the fact that you hold no power the sooner we can be friends.
I am a lie and I want death of your vision. I want your hope to wain and your heart to break.
I am a lie and your mind is my greatest canvas. I am an insidious thought that masquerades as truth and uses YOU to kill the essence of you.
I am a lie.