Control

Hands around me.

Afraid to lose control, they suffocate me.

Holding on tight, not leaving any room for me.

I am unable to move without their command.

Needing their permission to survive.

They grip my throat, telling me what to say.

Hands in my head, forcing me to believe.

Fingers twist my mind, trying to bend my thoughts.

They hold my heart, and remove it from my body.

Fingers in my rib cage, I'm unable to breathe.

Hands hold my wrists, I can no longer feel.

They grip my ankles, not letting me go.

I am theirs, not my own.

Hands cover my body, and yet I'm still exposed.

Loud mouths scream at me.

The tongues sting as they spit their control.

I am forever tormented by their burn.

The pain of expectations for me to be another.

They take away my voice and hurt me with their own.

These hands change and manipulate me.

Trying to make me better.

Am I not good enough?