Like a skilled fisherman
you baited me in
With your honeyed words
and carefully spun web of lies
You got me dancing to your tune
Like a cobra to its charmer's flute
You wrapped me around your finger
And tugged me around
Like a puppet, slave to your whims,
You got me jumping through hoops
Tip toeing around your moods
Afraid to crack the thin ice
That is your fragile masculinity
No longer am I hypnotised
Not shackled with fear
I gifted myself a pair of wings
Ready to soar free
From an illusion carefully crafted
The YOU that never existed
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