By Samantha Syrnich (TLC)
© 2025 — All Rights Reserved
Some people don’t flinch because you lied—
they break because you finally spoke
what they spent years burying under charm,
distraction,
and carefully curated innocence.
Your honesty was never the weapon.
It was the mirror.
And mirrors terrify those
who have spent their lives
performing a version of themselves
they cannot live up to alone.
You weren’t the threat—
their deception was.
But truth has a way of rattling doors
that were bolted shut long ago,
of echoing through rooms
they never wanted anyone to enter.
So they lash out.
They smear.
They rewrite scenes you survived
into stories that serve them better.
It’s easier,
after all,
to call you dramatic
than to call themselves accountable.
Easier to label you unstable
than to admit they built their world
on manipulation,
silence,
and the hope that you would stay quiet forever.
But your voice is not a crime scene.
It is evidence.
It is clarity.
It is the end of their monopoly
on the narrative.
And you—
you are not speaking for attention.
You are speaking for freedom.
For the right to tell the truth
without being punished for surviving it.
So don’t shrink.
Don’t apologize.
Don’t dim your fire
to soothe those who learned to love the dark.
Anyone who fears your honesty
was never rooted in integrity to begin with.
And the moment you refuse to protect their lies,
you become something they cannot control—
a truth they cannot destroy.
Stand in that.
Rise in that.
Let your voice be the light
that exposes everything they thought
would stay hidden.
— Samantha Syrnich
The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth 