-=Control=-

All seems normal to the world,
Someone who's perfect in one's sight.
You act the way they think you should
You do the things they believe are right,

But underneath the impeccable facade,
Lies feelings one dare not express.
They are too deep, they are not slight.
They can hurt you more, but I digress.

You are a cauldren of these emotions,
They dare you to keep them hid.
You resist their pull at every turn.
You keep from doing what they bid.

Yet they strike when you are weakest.
When you cannot keep them in.
They take over all your thoughts,
That's where they all begin.

You begin to doubt your actions,
You start to hate your friends.
They are all out to get you,
And that isn't where it ends.

They set your thoughts to spinning.
You don't know what way is right.
Just when you think that you are winning,
You find you lost the fight.

You give in to your emotions,
You stop doing what you ought.
You become lifeless and uncaring.
You are finally caught.

Say goodbye to common sense.
Say hello to strife.
You are slave now to another.
You have given up on life.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Miraman, in the year 259 AF.