I.
Am not.
Yours.
To control.
To manipulate.
To steal
For yourself.
I
Am not
Yours.
If you
Want me
To grace
Your presence,
You better come
With Respect.
I
Am not
Yours.
My anger
Boils
Inside me
Fierce
Like fire
Because what is expected of me
Does not match
What I have received.
Or even
What is humanly possible.
I
Am Not
Yours.
I
Will not
Bend
To your will
Because you
Think you know
What is best
For me.
Fuck you.
I was raised on manipulation and control
Which means that
I am immune
To manipulation and control.
You can try
But all you will receive
Is a mirror
Into the darkness
Of your own soul.
I do not love you
I cannot love you
And yet
Still
I care
Because I am hardwired
To give too many shits.
My anger
Consumes me
And I breathe fire.
My anger
Burns my impurities
From the inside
And I am left
Comfortably numb.
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