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Psychopathic Predators Game

She wasn't given an option
To live or survive
In an environment of  
Demonizing corrupt perplexity  
On the outside perfect picture  
Who would fathom  
Such a thing?  
Behind the doors closed  
Psychological manipulation  
Overshadows her with  
All of their  
Malevolent darkness  
Gas lights flickering  
To annihilate her placidity  
Tearing her down  
Brick by brick  
Exposing her nakedness  
Weakening her mind  
Chipping away who she is  
Who she was  
Everything she was  
Meant to be  
She found herself  
Fighting for her identity  
Searching for clarity  
In this blurred reality  
Knowing she is not insane  
After searching the net  
Looking for answers  
She discovered  
She fell victim of a  
Psychopathic Predators Game  
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Written by Kandicejohnson (Kandice Johnson)
Author's Note
My poem is about my covert psychopathic narcissist father. And his forms of abuse towards me
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