Tongue bitten to stop the words, covering thoughts never heard. I am stifled I am gagged, on your fence of wire I’m snagged. 

Do as I’m told not as I please. A willing slave on bended knees. Call all the shots in your head, kill all the feelings stone cold dead. 

I am tired of this role, my heart grows weak inside this soul. Your rules are desperate, but I am not. You’re a story without a plot. 

So covet this with hungry eyes, the words I write without disguise. As it is written so shall it be, the doors you closed, you closed on me.