The irony of not letting me in,
But not wanting me out
Thoroughly thrusts
Through my deepest guts.
You held the chains
Of my love for you,
And I'm like a dog trying to be free,
While you are the owner who keeps on pulling me.
You're pushing me away,
But gets angry whenever I am distant.
What do you really think of me?
A person who loves you,
Or a toy that you can control anytime?
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
