It's a struggle
My body squirms every time my thumb hits the blue arrow
Reveal too much and I become a slave, she's the Jew's Pharoah
Conceal too much, she may turn away,
This is my conflict, my new peril.
Games of tug-of-war in constant rotation
Every piece of mind and soul is in shackles
No appeasement, no probation.
She's in control.
She has the hold.
She is the ruler.
There's truly nothing crueler,
than this round of deception that has in circles
No black and blue, but my heart's bruised in purple.