Clarity Unveiled

 

Now that my brain is gaining clarity,
And all the voices have finally died down,
I see how you played with my confusion,
Using my search for answers to claim your crown.

You hate it now that I’m asserting myself,
No longer swayed by your deceitful grin.
You can't brush it off with “I was young, drunk,”
Take some accountability for your own sin.

It’s funny how you cried when your father’s business fell,
Lamenting the system that treated you unwell.
Yet when I sought my truth, my peace of mind,
You told me to run along, gold biscuits in line—
Dangling them as if they'd make me go blind.

You hate when the world judges you and calls you names,
But you keep calling others the same.
You think you can keep me quiet? Control my voice?
You took pride in saying, “What do you even have?”—your cruel choice.
Then you act like a friend, a benefactor, with a “good worldview,”
But deep down, power and money are all that drive you.

You only want to show people who’s the boss,
And treat them as beneath you when they make you cross.
I may be only five feet tall, but trust me,
I’d take you on without missing a beat.

You called me psycho, a nutjob too,
While I was just trying to make sense of the view.
Searching for calm in a stormy brain,
You found laughter in my mental strain.

You claim to care for your kin and kith,
But took advantage of my empathy myth.
Used my compassion, my flawed devotion,
To keep me trapped in your twisted motion.

Now I stand tall, assertive and clear,
Your manipulations no longer cause fear.
I see the irony in your angry cries,
And I refuse to bow down to your lies.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse