I control her,
Silencing her when she speaks,
Telling her not to believe,
She thinks she controls her thoughts;
Little does she know I do.
Only I can make her go back when she’s down
The right path.
Seeing her calm makes me feel wrong.
I force her to isolate.
Laughing because she can’t escape.
I’m watching her life flash before me,
Planning her next thought.

-Inner Indecisiveness