Ana and me

Like chopping the firewood
you cut through my soul
leaving me feeling breathless
and under your control
just a short sentence
or even just a phrase
leaves me sitting wondering
for hours, even days.
whether it be about my image,
my makeup or my hair
my school friends or my work,
or the truth that isnt there.
im like your little robot
you enter something in
i dont stop until i know
youre satisfied with the win.
the others dont know anything
they think its just a phase
but the secret between me and you

i havent eaten for days.