January 14, 2010
Stroking the threads,
holding them tight,
giving them a little tug,
a pawn is falling off the board,
the string is tearing,
good-bye to control,
hello to freedom.
Smiling as I realize,
that you won't control,
no more drama,
no more problems,
releasing myself from the webs,
the lies have grown so tall,
you could never sort through them all,
no one questioned you,
everyone just wanted a friend,
so we settled with you,
most are too stuck in,
too realize your faults,
but some of us have been pretending,
so one day we could get loose.

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