In shadows cast by deceit’s dark veil
You orchestrated a clandestine tale
Friends turned spies under your command
Reporting back as you held the upper hand
A web of intrigue, spun with glee
Convinced that spying was the key
Did you pay them, offer a bribe?
Or were your manipulations their tribe?
With each whisper, each secret shared
You held control, the puppeteer ensnared
Their loyalty bought with smoke and coin
Or perhaps convinced it was right, not a ploy
Your influence, a twisted game
Where trust and truth went up in flame
But now I see through the smoke and lies
Breaking free from your cunning guise
My mother used to have my friends surveil me without my knowledge. Some later revealed that she would provide them with incentives like cigarettes, money, or simply a listening ear to gossip and criticize others, as teenage friends would do. This monitoring allowed her to constantly scrutinize and belittle me, under the guise of gathering information for doctors, omitting the part about my friends’ involvement in the surveillance, and shenanigans she, herself, was involved in.
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