Unstifled
Sorry to spoil your fate meant for me
This can't last forever and I will be free
You make it so easy for all that spite
To twist me into someone I do not like
If it makes me evil
Just to be free
Then nothing will stifle the evil in me
And if you ask yourself why I am still sane
This is still better than playing your games
You who once hypnotized, bent me, allured
Cannot act surprised now that I have endured
You bent me and moulded me, made me into
Something real twisted and tailored to you
But even this limited, prodded, in pain
Is still a lot better than under your chains
It would make you so happy to see how I've fell
From grace, from my place, from my own head as well
So label me nutty, throw me to the pack, but gone is your puppet and gone is your snack
You'll suffer forever a life without me
But I won't be stifled and I will be free
Copyright © Max Gren | Year Posted 2021
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