Lifestyle Insight Magazine

You know the saying “A picture is worth a thousand words”;
Well, I think a face tells a million stories.
You just have to look close enough

Many don’t see
Many don’t notice
Until the damage is done.

Its not random that a bright spirit,
Filled to the brim with joy and laughter
Is so quickly reduced to a shadow of her former self

It hardly ever takes much
The switch can often be reduced to a single conversation
A single moment
A single second of being caught off guard

Where that deceptive voice in the back of her head
Is allowed to taint memories of certain conversations
Distorting her once loved experiences

At first, her expression doesn’t change
Her face remains neutral
Even in the continuous growth of that voice

It feeds on fears,
Prolifically growing,
A master manipulator,
Whispering bitter nothings

Like a serpent of betrayal slithering in,
To Poison trust and shatter bonds.
Inspiring hate of all kinds in her heart

And so the descent began,
Into the dark and cold,
A labyrinth of sorrow,

The light that once guided,
Flickered out of sight,
Leaving only darkness,
Its already too late.

Her laughter silenced,
Her smile erased,
A void remains,
Where joy was once contained.
Her soul, once full of life,
Now withered away, a plain vessel of tears

Its written on her face
I can see it, clear as day

That she hates herself
And everyone around her
She thinks its mutual

Its not
I PROMISE