Why do you twist the strings so tight,
Bending truth to shape the night?
In shadows where your whispers lay,
Why do you choose to lead astray?
Is it fear that drives your hand,
To mold the world at your command?
Or does a void within your heart,
Demand the role you play, this art?
You pull, you push, with subtle grace,
A master of this silent chase.
Yet, do you see the cost you bear,
In hearts left broken, in tears, in air?
Why not let the truth unfold,
In words unmasked, in stories told?
What do you gain in webs you weave,
In trust you break, in minds you leave?
For in this dance of power's game,
You lose yourself, and what's to gain?
A fleeting joy, a hollow throne,
While hearts you’ve touched, are turned to stone
So I ask, not with anger's fire,
But with a yearning to inspire—
Why do you choose to manipulate,
When love and truth could liberate.