I’m no longer even me,
I’m what you wanted me to be.
A robot to your command,
A pawn in your hand.
With no thoughts of my own,
Your words spoken on loan.
To him, saying only, “Yes, sir”,
Otherwise change “is” to “were”.
The pain, I cannot bear,
My soul, more than a tear.
My eyes have seen more pain than most,
Maybe even more than the famous Ghost.
In the end, I stand alone,
Ending where the fire is known.