The Hypocrite's Beacon

You stand now, a beacon of progress,
Preaching love, change, and light—
But I remember the time you doused
Every spark I dared ignite.

You speak of growth, of shattered egos,
As if you've been reborn,
Yet once, you tried to crush my spirit,
Dismissing me with scorn.

Now you parade a new love, for all to see,
As if settling for me was your only plea,
Yet I was the one who dared to challenge,
Your spirit low, my truth you’d banish.

In excruciating pain, I cried alone,
While you laughed, as if you’d won the throne,
Blind to my struggle, your rose-coloured shades,
Made me the villain in the games you played.

I was "crazy" then, for questioning you,
Challenging your narrow view,
Now you act like you're enlightened,
When I was always ahead of you.

Your ego died, but not your pride,
You wear it like a crown,
Lecturing me on truths I knew,
The very ones you tore down.

You gaslit me, filled me with doubt,
Called me names that cut too deep,
Now you quote the poets and the sages,
But your soul is still asleep.

Don’t stand there as if you know the way,
When you tried to snuff my flame,
I’ve been rising through the darkness,
While you play a different game.

Your words are empty, rehearsed and clean,
They carry no real weight,
For the one who tried to break my wings,
Cannot guide me to my fate.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse