Manipulated Poems - Poems about Manipulated

Dear Reader, How does one pen the unspeakable? To endure injustice not once, but repeatedly—like a cruel wind that circles back to shred what little is left of a tattered soul. The echoes of a manipulated trial, the mockery of fairness, reverberate through me like a wound that refuses to heal. Nightmares are my inheritance; they come cloaked in...

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Frequently she said of the other who she compared him to her other Asset based relationship ought not include one or the other men to know whats happening Should one include somethings that is rude and should the other dictate for the other to either ne-go or negate it's all in the wording that it is either excepted or rejected most common then it's mentioned as a point of reflection then she...

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her confidence was brittle as fragile as a lightbulb her abuser had been an expert manipulating and destroying ruining the confidence of a remarkable woman what joy could there have been in this transformation? not being a psychopath, we could not relate...

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As it is  hard for some folks to know humanity; It is easy for them to be manipulated by jealousy and envy....

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As it is  hard for some folks to know humanity; It is easy for them to be manipulated by jealousy and envy....

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Gaslighting is and does cunningly deceive, A twisted dance of falsehoods spun around, Doubt blooms, reality's roots unbound, Truth Is doubt and doubt is truth world round. Emotions frayed, like fragile threads they fray, Confusion reigns, as truth gets led astray, Yet in this darkness, strength shall rise anew, Empowered hearts, the gaslight can't subdue....

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Money, has not given, all life quality Money, has not given, all life peace Money, has not given, all life inspiration Money, has given, all life inequality Money, has given, all life desperation Money, has given, all life manipulation...

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A people person made to not like people I've known the worst ones, spiteful, evil, I gave sympathy they pointed out the wimp in me I gave time they mocked and undermine I showed compassion and offered protection no such fashion came my direction When I was weak they labelled me needy suffered, didn't speak my spirit was bleeding my reality refused but my pain was present with everyone confused I drained...

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i tell them i was manipulated and they don't speak to me they ask those who manipulated I don't know how to breathe the manipulators paint the scene and even though I shout and scream manipulators paint the scene and worst of all I'm painted mean they don't even come to me they don't even look to see I'm not even involved...

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MANIPULATED WEATHER, NEVER REALLY EVER, BEAUTIFUL AND NATURAL, DESIGNATED SURVIVORS, OF NATURAL DISASTERS, HOMES DESTROYED, NO FOOD OR WATER, SANITATION IN QUESTION, WHO IS BEHIND THIS MANIPULATION OF OUR WEATHER? ARE THE CHEM-TRAILS AND HAARP CONTROLLING OUR WEATHER? THE TRUTH WILL REVEAL ITSELF. AIR AND HEALTH DESTROYED, BY OUR CARELESS ACTIONS. WHO REALLY CARES? I'M LOOKING DOWN AT MY CELL PHONE, AND KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS. WHEN WILL WE ALL...

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Crushed, you squeeze my heart between your palms, I stay still, a broken doll fell to her knees, you smile and laugh and speak, The Devils words. You call love obsession, mock my dedication, make confetti of my hope, and shatter my faith. My body shakes, wracked with sobs, I forget to breath, gasping for air as I drown in my grief. They whisper in...

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TWO WORLDS MANIPULATED During this stage of development, I seek élan vital. The creative principle that provides métier and impulse. In that, the essence of the soul pursues her life choice. Recourse is palpable. ***** The breeze was so relaxing that I felt like falling asleep outside. Lying in my gazebo with the branches of my deciduous trees stretched vast and wide. Yet...

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The autonomic response seeks a trigger within familiar brainwave states of being to toss aside the conflict of conscience inherit behind the valor of mortal peril. A batting eye or moistened lip sends corpuscles on a dance of endorphins pattering in time to the mother pulse that stirs the fiber of chattering bone defiant beneath flexing musculature soaking up lipids and protein strands to quake...

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