You might have encountered these creatures before--let them be players of elaborate mind games, silver tongued psychopaths, or cold and clinical tricksters--what they all have in common is that they love to poke people and watch them twitch.
When pitted against such monsters, you must learn whatever you can about the way they operate, learn more about yourself in the process, and most importantly, learn to not fall prey to them again.
How terrifying it is, to be seen
To be known
I reached out, grasping in the dark
Thirsting for understanding
I reached out
And touched a void.
Caught in the eye of the outsider, a part of me
Spilled out into his open hand
And he smiled.
A smile of cruelty and indifference
Or amusement and fascination?
I saw a quiet monster
Who delighted in making my mind
I saw myself, opening the door
And letting him in.
When the fire died down
When the embers cooled
I dared to reconsider
That this monster might have been just
Certainly with origins no stranger than mine
With ideologies so different, forged
From a calculating intellect
Pressing and probing at anyone
Who dares to knock on his door.
How terrifying it is
To tell a secret
You never thought you would tell
How wonderful it is
To be glimpsed,
And to glimpse yourself:
These monsters of the ego
Sometimes make us grow.