You want control of me
But I won't let you take the last piece of who I am away
So much pain,
So many stabs in the back
So many stitches
But still I stand
You want control of me
All of me
So I let you believe it
So I don't have to hurt anymore
I obey like a dumb little girl
Just to be belittled
Control freak
And crybaby
Isn't that grand
I'm not sure where I stand anymore
So I walk
Down these empty roads
Hoping
Wishing
Wanting
A better outcome
Clinging to the last pieces of myself.
About the Creator
Benita Gonzalez
Just a woman trying to make it in this messed up world and I'm trying my best it's not over till I'm underground
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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