I wonder why I ever shared my story with you
All you're gonna do is use it against me in therapy
Showing my therapist my poems, my stories
Saying I need to go back to that hospital
When all I am doing is sharing
Speaking with my voice, finally
Instead of being overbeared by yours
Cause this is how I heal
This is how a lot of people heal
And I can't help but wonder if you hate that
-Because once I'm free from the pain you gave me
And the upside down world creeping in through cracks in my skin
You won't have any control over me anymore
It's so easy to see you don't like that
For you're only kind to me when I eat up the 'hundred course meal you plant infront of me
I'm tied down to the chair, because if I try to escape the abuse you'll tell me I'm avoiding the problem
You don't touch me, but I'm still trapped
You brought me up in a way that it's so hard to stop the cycle
So I eat the 'hundred course meal, while listening to you tell me every little thing I did wrong
It's always my fault in the end
And I believe that, sadly still
Then slowly you give me a knife
And leave me to cut through the binds so I can get out of the chair
You go to watch TV with my perfect sibling
Laugh at your sheltered shows
I begin to nick my binds with the knife
But I realize you did not tie me up with rope-
No,
You tied me up with chains
Great clanking chains
So I give up
Because that's all I can do
Till one day you slip up
And give me the key

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