No Control
I have absolutely no control
And it’s killing me,
Slowly, inch by inch.
What we often think
As home is really
Just a trap;
A large net that suffocates us
Inside the cocoon.
‘Good Luck trying to escape’
I heard the butterfly whisper,
Before it flew away in triumph.
It’s been a while.
‘It’s just me’,
I start to think.
I start to wonder where the rest
Of it goes;
Where do people
Hide these things?
‘Maybe’
I say aloud.
‘Maybe they’re not.
I started to kick the ground,
And rip out the grass with my bare hands.
I said some things.
I was tired.
I begged for mercy.
I wanted my life,
I wanted to breathe.
Everyone acted like
I was crazy
And they walked away.
But they secretly knew,
The oppression,
The unfair judgement,
And the hatred
was killing me
Slowly, piece by piece.
I have no control.
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