You pull the strings,
tugging me,
shaping me into what you want.

You roll the dice, controlling my every move. Watching me with eagle eyes.

You control me, owning me and what I see and do. You tell me who I can't be and who you think I am.

If I refuse your evil ways, you cut off my head, making me guiltily fall back into your controlling hands.

You are the Red King, beautiful and perfect, on the outside.

On the inside, yo are nothing but hatred and evil, a ticking time bomb ready to blow.

Someday, someone will cut me away from those strings you happily pull, take away those dice, and step in the way of those eyes of yours.

So that someday, I'll be free from you, and do what I want.

Someday, you'll have no one to watch. You'll be forever alone, banished from everything. Until you meet someone as bad as you.

The Red Queen.