Caged

[veiled_psyche]

My anger, rage, hatred, fear...rolled into a big ball, given an ominous shape, a destructive, possessive personality and called simply, It. Sometimes It controls me.

Caged
I feel It press in on me now.
Cowering at It's feet, I bow
placing a finger at my jaw
explaining how I owe It awe.
To It's forceful grasp I succumb.
It holds me tightly 'til I go numb.
Letting go when I can't feel anymore
hurting me worse than ever before.
I can't remember my life before It,
before I fell in It's emotionless pit,
before It lured me to the edge.
Now to It, everything, I pledge.
Even when It leaves, It still watches.
It has me locked in with bolts and latches.
It tells me this is where I belong.
Within It's hold I will never be strong.
It owns everything, heart, mind, soul.
I idly watch as I play the role.
And when I do try to break free,
It clutches me tighter 'til I can't see.
My body falls limp, motionless in It's hands.
Lesson learned, give in to It's demands.
When I awaken, I'm all by myself
dressed in pretty clothes, displayed on It's shelf.
I rip and tear the clothes away,
"This is not me, not today!"
It's angry and crushes me tighter somehow.
I pass into oblivion, it's over now.