The Prisoner
#8 of Poetry
Personal thing regarding my displeasure of my subconscious.
I have been your captive,
Your slave...
Forced to perceive,
Forced to feel what you want me to.
Enough.
I'm done cowering in your shadow,
Hiding from what you force me to see
While I sleep in your cage
She's mine.
You will not use her,
I won't allow you.
She shall not be your tool.
Not now,
Not ever,
This ends now.
I've had enough.
I am your master,
Not your puppet.
I'm not your servant,
You were never in charge.