Control

by Pantala   Jan 6, 2008


Control at any expense
That's how He works,
That's how He is.

Control

Control 'til you want to scream.
No love, only pain.
Father is his name.
A title but none of the work,
And none of the shame.

Controlling your every move
Wishing you were dead
Knowing you always lose.

Right or wrong,
There is no such thing
What he thinks is supposed to be your everything.

No escape,
Even when you're grown
He'll find a way back into your home.

You have no say
Your thoughts are silenced.
Your feelings aren't feelings as long as he is home.

He'll control your friends
Just as he does you
And never stop 'til his life is through.

You live your life a misery with your fake little smile
Hoping they can't see.
He'll take them away 'til there's no one but He.

He calls hate love
And never gives a kind word.
He plays favorites

A hypocrite 'til the end.

He'll never stop

Everything he'll lose 'til nothing is left.
He'll screw himself over but I don't really care.

He put you through hell
And never let up
So he's got no one to blame but himself.
And until he knows your pain for himself,
Just let him rot, for
He just is worth anything.

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