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
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