Forgive Me For My Input
Dear victims of my verdict,
Forgive me,
for my input,
I thought I could,
Persuade you,
Change you,
Turn you into
an obedient dog.
My need to control,
Has wriggled through
my skin,
Like an earthworm
out of the dirt.
I haven’t noticed,
my hovering habit,
Until now,
So my apologies,
For treating you
like mud,
Willing to mold.
Sincerely,
An Amateur Controller
This poem is about:
Me
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