no control on me.

November 17, 2017
By BoredToBeth BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
BoredToBeth BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
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Each snap counted. Each post-analyzed. Each word questioned. These thoughts tangled. One by one apart banished. Take that down, delete it. Who did you send that to? Add a layer. Zip it up. Cover that skin. Open up to me. I don't like that part of you. Change it. Trust me. Where have you been? Were you with him?  Don't. Don't sit there. Don't eat that. Don't tell her. Stay silent. Bow your head. Wait your turn. I'm here to help you. I’ll only take a little. Rule 1. Rule 2. Rule 3. Stop. You have a voice, use it. Each breath is important, don’t abuse it. Each word said, say it carefully. Don't let your goal be popularity. And don't stay up late at night, just because he didn't have the balls to make it right. Don't sit there smile and say it's fine. And don't let him criticize your waistline. You are still a person, so don't be burdened with his immaturity. Don't let this be his victory. I have been set free. He no longer has control on me.

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