My Control
It's a word that was created to control
It has no real meaning
People use it
People think they understand
But there's nothing to understand
It's like someone saying they need you
To get something from you
There's no law
But to get what YOU want
And not care for the other person
People make up rules as they go
What's the wrong thing?
What's the right thing?
But the only thing
That you have to do
Is to do for yourself
My
C-conceptions
O-or
N-not
T-trusting
R-realizations
O-of
L-love
Copyright © Anna J Carroll | Year Posted 2012
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