The Master Manipulator

Your strings are tied around my wrist ankles, chest, stomach, lips, and cheeks But for now they dangle. A short time where my movement is mine. Until you decided to tighten your grip Making it hard to breathe Sometimes hard to eat My hands are no longer mine My feet have lost feeling My facial expressions only reflect you My eyes I think are mine, but somehow you took those too. You put this lens over them And it’s beautiful Colors are brighter- But I’ve lost sight of what’s real Emotion The master manipulator You are When understood incredible But when you dictate you are disruptive Taking the m e out and put u in sometimes that’s good you create some remarkable memories other times you craft such pain from such a small thing Maybe it’s time we sit down and have a chat So we can balance this out