Confusion to Delusion
I’m not who you think.
I know what you are doing,
infecting my brain.
Is it authentic?
I’m worthless and cunning and cruel?
And deserve no love?
You should be ashamed,
Your not allowed to do this.
Make me doubt myself.
Who am I really?
Am I capable of good?
Maybe at one time.
Congratulations.
I have become who you wish.
Your goal is fulfilled.
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