He hovers over me and I feel as if his huge massive frame cloaks me in his dark shadow so envelopping that I almost disappear though he forces me into the spotlight blinded, I crouch over as if whatever life I had left has drained from my wooden body grown rotten and useless (or so he says) and my head hangs low eyes downcast I am afraid to look up yet almost afraid to even look down for fear that I may catch a glimpse of myself reflected off of our crystal stage And though I want to stop this act I await for our finale once more my muscles weak and lifeless I am grateful for the form he has carved in me such outer strength that I feel nothing as he guides my movements with invisible strings
Reason for writing:
Geez...I sure hate people trying to control me. But I think
I would hate myself even more if I let them..
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