Reign
Pulled in again by reigns unforgiving
Yes, I'm alive but is this what you call living?
It's a centimeter forward only to be jerked back a mile
While I'm expected to sit quiet, listen well, be a more perfect child
The worst kind of control is one you can reclaim
A decedent to your jailer only in name
Wondering through a maze that you know the end to
With the knowledge you're stuck no matter what you do
Is choice with limits really choice at all?
A stumble means nothing if you catch me every time I fall
The tighter you hold me the farther I'll flee
Pulling the bridle from my mouth until I finally control
Me
poem by Aria Siren
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