How can you not see?
How can you not know?
Not hear
The manipulation beneath the concern
It may be real to her
The concern
“I just want what’s best”
For you
(For her)
“Best” is a narrow place to be
Pressure from all sides, pinning you in place
You’re just a puzzle piece
If you won’t make yourself fit in your place
She’s happy to help you cut off
the parts that don’t fit
Her image
Her vision for her world
It’s hard to resist
When she believes her own press
That she is the savior
The martyr
The truth is
She is a spider
And to be free of the web
Sometimes requires
Cutting all ties
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
How can you not see?
How can you not know?
Not hear
The manipulation beneath the concern
It may be real to her
The concern
“I just want what’s best”
For you
(For her)
“Best” is a narrow place to be
Pressure from all sides, pinning you in place
You’re just a puzzle piece
If you won’t make yourself fit in your place
She’s happy to help you cut off
the parts that don’t fit
Her image
Her vision for her world
It’s hard to resist
When she believes her own press
That she is the savior
The martyr
The truth is
She is a spider
And to be free of the web
Sometimes requires
Cutting all ties
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