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They say a snake in the grass
is harmless compared to
envy hiding in a friend’s eyes�"
and I believe them.

I keep wondering
why we dressed the word “nice”
in robes of nobility,
when the people who preach goodness
move like small gods
with swollen egos
and hollow spirits.

And truly,
there is no hatred as strong
as the present Church's love.
A smile on the surface,
a dagger right beneath.

Church.
Love.
Leadership.
Words sharpened into quiet weapons,
enough to depress
the honest leader
and the innocent follower
in one breath.

It’s strange how pearls
once smooth in the hand
can twist into needles
aimed straight at the ribs.

How the same people
who drain your strength
claim ownership of your time,
your skill, your peace,
yet can’t return
a single call
once they’re done devouring you.

Its the season for curated lies,
manufactured victories,
and applause bought
with borrowed achievements.

Still,
if all you managed this year,today
was survival,
you performed a quiet miracle.
And I’m grateful
we are both still here
to whisper that truth.

Today, I tasted cruelty
from someone who should have known
�"should have been�"
better.
It coated my tongue with bitterness,
even as I smiled,
because consequences
always walk slowly
but they never forget an address.

And before that,
I was pushed to write
a gut-wrenching rebuke
for a fool,
my pen doing the violence
my voice refused to carry.

I felt guilty afterward.
Then I felt strangely proud
that I could still feel guilt at all.
It means some part of me
is still tender,
still human,
still fighting not to become
the very darkness
that tried to swallow me today.