New Frontier

I developed a conscience,

And I can't help but wonder

What led to this change in me?

It feels as though someone meticulously plotted and planned

For years to seek revenge and humiliate me.

Still, the only ones who should feel shame

Are those who fought to remain hidden.

Their actions are apparent for miles

With a black pen on white paper,

They are unashamed and still hold the belief

That there was a valid reason behind this endeavour.

They alone possess the knowledge

Of its purpose and the benefits that it will bring.

A sweet rise will follow my downfall.

They are unknowingly playing right into my hands,

Just as they did with every weak step I took.

I strategically used those steps to gain

An advantage and manipulate

The situation to make it seem like they

Were the ones lifting me up.

In reality, it was me alone,

Pulling myself up by my bootstraps.

As they left me all alone, now is the time

To dwell in an earthly purgatory, a change in my life.

Oh, how delightful it is in this place!

No one can enter, and no one is welcome

For when they were here,

They caused so much damage in and around me.

Now, I am the sole authority in establishing the rules of this game.

When I choose to unlock the door, everyone is free to leap.

There is a precise moment, determined solely by me,

Where no one can jump earlier or later.

I refuse to allow others to dictate my identity;

Nobody understands me better than myself.

It may be a sad truth, but you'll come to comprehend

That nothing and no one has been more effective for me than my brain.

I know exactly what he needs, his tastes and styles.

I have a thorough understanding of his strengths,

Which I am quite familiar with.

It may seem selfish, but it's a true self-help.

I genuinely appreciate your concern.

But what if they saw me just once and began shouting,

Without me saying a word,

Or even worse, if they heard my voice

Discussing things they didn't want to hear,

And that's what triggered all of this,

Which I put an end to with a single stroke of my sharp pen.

Because they don't know me,

So how could they have understood and offered help?

It was all just pure guesswork and juggling half-truths,

But in hard times, we learn the most.

If you know you're right, stick to your guns

And shine brighter than ever before.

They'll see it and only spit venom back at themselves.

They are aware of their own foolishness

And how it frays my nerves.

I wish them the same, but without a happy end!

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Thank you for reading!