Sisters of Shadows and Neon Lights

In the glow of neon nights at Big Daddy’s,
We stood, sisters in arms, a pact against the world.
Bound by laughter and whispers, woven tightly,
Promises etched into the heart of night,
Or so I believed, as we danced from days into the dark.
I cherished our memories, treasures locked within my heart,
Believed in our bond, until the masquerade fell apart.
How did I not see? Did I mistake their shadows,
For warriors, true and right?
Years of laughter, secrets whispered, faces close and tight,
Yet behind my back, their words twisted like daggers in the night.
Sly glances sliced through trust, their betrayals unspoken,
How could I not see the masks, the hidden smirks evoked?
Among the tables we danced around,
Lies twisted beneath the surface,
Frienemies cloaked in sisters' faces,
Sharing drinks but hoarding dark secrets.
Was my love for them a blinding light?
For decades, trust was my offering,
Believing our bond was forged in authenticity.
They were frienemies, cloaked in a sister’s guise,
Smiling faces, venom-laced, betrayal’s knife.
I loved them, truly, as only a sister could,
My heart was real, my feelings deep, misunderstood.
They chose to see the storm clouds, not the silver lines,
Preferring shadows, forgetting the golden times.
But whispers grew into haunting echoes,
Backstabbing masked with smiles so wide.
How many were true sisters? How many just shadows?
Pretending, waiting, betting on my fall.
They expected me to stumble, keen on my failures.
Yet, I see beauty in the darkness, find magic in the pain,
While they spread venom, in their circle of disdain.
I loved like only true family can, deeply, fully,
My love was real, even as theirs faltered, fake.
They chose shadows, I chose the light,
Preferring to weave beauty from the thorns.
They shunned my dreams, expecting them to crumble,
Hiding their fear behind a facade of disdain.
I stand tall amidst the ruins, transforming scars into art.
I face my demons in the light of day,
We sip coffee, share stories, in the battleground where I lay.
While they whisper in corners, their spirits aged by rage.
True sisters of my soul remain,
We see the magnificence in each other, and rise.
Together, we see beauty in the broken,
Turn pain into power, loss into magic.
We celebrate the light, the dark, and all between,
My chosen family, bound not by blood but by spirit.
To the others, lost in their spiteful maze,
I walk forward, leaving them to their hollow gaze.
Let them run, let them hide and forget,
For those who betrayed, let them dwell in their gloom,
Their demons chase them, relentless in the night.
Mine sit with me, as I create, sipping coffee at dawn.
I’m not like you, heartless shadows of the past,
My soul is warm, my love is real, and it will last.
You hide and cower, let your demons chase,
While I dance with mine, in the light of grace.
Here I stand, a warrior sculpted from trials and dreams,
Crafting a tapestry from the darkness, stitching through the seams.
The true beauty of Big Daddy’s, in my heart forever resides,
A sisterhood of the genuine, where my spirit confidently strides.
I am not like you, cold and haunted,
I am the seeker of light in the darkest depths,
I am warmth, I am heart, I am found.
My spirit, unbreakable; my path, mine to define.
True sisters by my side, the rest just shadows left behind.