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.