controlling
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O, Father you are a great planter
You’ve planted my seed in this island
and watched me grow into a tree
He's passive-aggressive,
Controlling, it's true.
If you will let him,
He'll control you, too.
No friends for you,
You've got him,
It is true.
I recite from the script he wrote me
Memorized every line, I'm sure of it
Yet I still turn to him, in fear
Search his face for approval
For who am I, but the new girl
The shakes, the nerves, the trembles of absolute fear I feel in the tiny hands attached to me.
They control me. They make one motion that consumes my focus entirely.
I am drowning in a sea of my anxiety.
X, A, B, Jump, Roll, Hop
Controller,
Control Me,
Reset the initial settings to your personal preference
Warp me into the image you wish to see
Use me
Anesthetize me,
I come to school ready to learn wishing this day could be adjourned,
I'm tired from the day before, a long workout which left me sore.
My teacher is here, why not a sub? She aggravates us all, treats us like scrubs.
We walk a fine line, between tolerance and mistreatment
Acting so swift with your hair tied up and your back stick straight
I can see your pulse elevating by the temples on your lucid face
