A Slave to Mind By An anonymous Poet

Why do you have such control over me?

Instead of letting me live; wild and free. 

There you go, Captivating my every thought.

Living a mental prison, feeling distraught. 

Why do you have such control over me? 

While, Fucking hovering has become a guarantee.

Darkness slithers in and out as it pleases;

While my heart slowly shatters from these diseases.

Why do you have such control over me? 

I am drained from asking, “where is she?”

I am convinced there is no correct act.

But you know what, fuck that. Let’s have a chat!

In reality, you don’t have such control over me.

It’s the will power of breaking through that will let me be. 

Remember, if you’re not speaking of it; you’re storing it. 

Become the best version of yourself and don’t commit to that bandit.