Sly Lies

In the quiet shadows, whispers play,

I hear the things you never say.

Your words, like knives, behind my back,

Cut deep in darkness, leave their track.

You smile at me with practiced grace,

Yet shadows tell a different face.

In hidden corners, truths unbind,

The cruel intent within your mind.

Your laughter masks the sharp deceit,

The hidden barbs, the veiled conceit.

You think your secrets safely kept,

But I have heard, and I have wept.

Through walls of silence, echoes sneak,

Revealing what you dare not speak.

I know the tales you spin so well,

The truths you twist, the lies you tell.

But here I stand, with knowledge clear,

Your whispered venom, I do not fear.

For truth will rise, and light will break,

Exposing all the lies you make.

So speak your poison, cast your shade,

In shadows, your deceit will fade.

For I am strong, and I will see,

Through every lie you weave of me.

In the end, your words will fall,

Revealing truth beneath it all.

And I will stand, unbroken, free,

Beyond the reach of your cruelty.