Did you think it would be as easy as you planned?
Tell me when to smile, when to stand.
Generously allowing that I had my own mind.
Acting uncommonly gracious, and copiously refined.
Whilst pulling my strings (clasped in a hidden fist) soo tightly
I could only sit on the edge of my chair, soo lightly.
Belief is a begger, longing for validation.
Your sense of morality, shipped off on vacation.
I dangled off your arm like something dead.
Forced by fate to follow wherever you lead.
Always afraid I’d be left on the ground.
Crumpled and broken, never again to be found.
So, I stayed and did all that you bid.
Until spotting a bit of salvation, I then cleverly hid.
These scissors set me free.
Now I walk away, for me.
(This one isn’t finished yet. Gotta go to work. Got the idea from an idea in my head. Still thinking it over.)