Empire.
Its as if I’m a puppet,
Controlled by your string,
I’m haunted by your standards,
to hope I desperately cling.
I’m supposedly a marionette,
With no feelings or thoughts of my own,
But it is as clear as day to me,
If these actions were inflicted upon yourself, for a second you would not condone.
You tug on my strings for requests,
And I can do nothing but submit,
You’re too lost within yourself,
To realise that every tug of those weak strings is a painful hit.
But I deserve better,
To a life I have a right,
Moving forward is the only choice I have,
At the end of this tunnel I realise there is light.
Taking control,
Cutting your communication,
Before you can realise,
I’ve begun to walk the path to my destination.
I run for the stars,
As happiness floods my veins,
Only my opinion of myself counts,
to others I no longer have to explain.
I might feel alone,
And unbelievably vulnerable,
But my current feelings,
Are far better than misery.
You take pleasure in just that,
And I refuse to give into your selfish desire,
I’m better off,
After breaking free from your self obsessed empire.
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The Pure, Simple, Truth.
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