she likes to control life,
to play god a little more than anyone should,
it's not abuse, but some days, i can't take it.
she spouts off about things with no meaning,
glares down when you point out a fault,
you don't matter to her, so shut up and play your part.
dance. around the board, like chess pieces,
dance as your master commands,
in this game, you'll regret checkmate.
i regret many things, being trapped here,
as i am. so unwilling i wish i could scream.
no one hears the words from my mouth,
they've heard it all from her,
she's gotten to them,
there goes my escape.