More Spiral notebook. On the back side of the page

First they make you doubt yourself. They have to, so they can glorify themselves. And so you will too. Glorify them I mean. They never seem to like anything about you. Not your opinions, not your, choices, Not your style. And your tastes are called into question too. They never miss a chance to make you feel like s**t.
It's not just that you can't take criticism, ( you can) but the tone of how they say it. Superior, you underling.
They undermine your sanity. The mind fuckery is unreal.
If you paint, it's childish scribble.
If you write it's mindless drivvel.
Most of all, they lie. They lie and lie and lie.
Not today Satan. Get behind me.
They'll create obstacles for you to trip over. Trip over. (See what I did there? It is multifaceted. It has more than one meaning. It's a way of writing subversively., in case you didn't know. You conceal what you're revealing.)
And after awhile you gray out your colors ( you do this by mixing opposites. It becomes muddy. Your colors I mean. And they hush your voice just as effectively as a gag..It's as if they gag on you.
When you're so completely dimmed and you're mute in their shadow, they've accomplished their goal. That's when they walk away. You no longer reflect their brilliance back at them.
And they take it to someone who will.
And for awhile they are happy, and their new shiny object is happy. A good time is had by all.
Except you of course, or me or anyone else who doesn't see them for what they are.
Nope. Not today!