Control

Control you want; control of me?

That is something I’ll never allow you to see.

For you are you; and I am me.

You have no right to make my choice,

I refuse to allow you to stifle my voice.

Perhaps a look within yourself may show what you really seek.

Or are you afraid of what lies beneath, the bitter and the meek?

Perhaps a comfy chair and some self-reflection will save your pitiful soul,

Your issues aren’t with myself, or the rest of the world, you must gain self-control.

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