BY: LIZ HARDIE She has always felt like a marionette, controlled by a puppet master Body always moving, voice never heard, yet always seen Manipulation by the puppet masters controlling her, so deceitful and cunning Constant feelings of depression, anxiousness, clearly disturbed, never calm or serene Used and abused by each puppet master that came into her life How they ever got access to those strings, she still does not know Blaming herself for allowing…
BY: LIZ HARDIE She sees him, and her heart skips a beat Not because she has feelings for him or still loves him But because she fears him and knows the type of man he is Their entire relationship was built on lies, disrespect, and manipulation He controlled everything, what she would do and who she would see His family learned to prioritize his needs first, sacrificing their well-being This validated him, as he finally…
BY: LIZ HARDIE They did not know. A young girl, full of life, confidence, hope, worth With an amazing mother, father, brother, and sister She was loved and cared for, protected always by them No one was prepared for the evil that hurt her Sexually assaulted at the age of eleven Raped at the age of fifteen Raped at the age of sixteen Family could not protect her, couldn’t intervene Physically abused at the age…
BY: LIZ HARDIE You are a con and a narcissist Gaining the trust of most people you meet Reading people, faking smiles and flaunting your charm, you felt like quite the catch Knowing what to say at the right time, words so sweet Those damn words, almost all of them stories and lies A con and I fell hard, fell in love with you Falling for the hurt I heard in your voice and saw…
BY: LIZ HARDIE Finally, my body, my choice Sexually assaulted My Body, Not My Choice Still not sure where I belonged Stress and anxiety lingered in my mind I felt out of place in life, at school Confused by the switch, change in routine Didn’t seem to fit, had few friends Friends were fun, always had a good time School trip to Virginia Busch Gardens and Virginia Beach Check-ins at locations we made At the…
BY: LIZ HARDIE Scars on your skin, scars on your soul deep within Every scar tells a story, the scars on the inside are stories you’ve hidden A past you were too afraid to speak of Pain and hurt cause by many, they said they cared about you and some supposedly loved you Sexual assaults, two monsters, left scars so deep, they completely damaged me Hurt deep inside for years, I held my tongue, the…
By: Liz Hardie Have you ever felt like you were hiding behind a mask? Has the mask you were wearing scared you? I lost a part of me at a very young age I was a girl confused by something I thought I did wrong When it wasn’t my fault at all Although it has haunted me my whole life long I have worn a mask, covered up my emotions Only a few have been…
BY: LIZ HARDIE You are a con and a narcissist Gaining the trust of most people you meet Reading people, faking smiles and flaunting your charm, you felt like quite the catch Knowing what to say at the right time, words so sweet Those damn words, almost all of them stories and lies A con and I fell hard, fell in love with you Falling for the hurt I heard in your voice and saw…
BY: LIZ HARDIE Head games played by others can either make you or break you It is your choice, your decision on how you want to follow through Do you let them hurt you and break you down emotionally Or do you rise above the games, hurtful words and just be who you are meant to be For years I chose to be manipulated and controlled, head games other played consumed my mind Letting others…
BY: LIZ HARDIE Do you know what it’s like to be walking along, minding my business, and you get smacked in the face with a smell of your past, of pure evil? For many, this smell, a popular men’s cologne, may be wonderful, awakening their senses and bringing up great thoughts, maybe even excitement and joy. But for me it terrorizes me and takes me back to a time that I have tried to forget,…
