Manipulation 

Such a sweet gift is memory!  It reminds us of our guilts.

The bloodstained hands, the torn up feet, eyes gouged out by our regrets.

Things we’ve done and songs we sung that brought us to these points.

How futile the attempts to erase the past.  Instead it swallows us whole.

Sifting through the broken strands of things we cannot hold in our grasp.

Pinpricks of light crack through the darkness where we hide our every sin.

And when the box needs a laugh, it kicks itself open spilling the contents out.

Topsy-turvy madness, confidences shattered, there is no end to this hell.

What a carnival is in my brain, enslaved by the Will of those surrounding.

How can I ever escape when I’ve been trained to depend on their every whim?

How frustrating to be enslaved to a mindset twisted and fashioned so well.

Every promise broken.  Every hope let down.  And yet I am helpless to save myself for I have become the perfect slave.

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