Control Poem by Morgan Elliott

I have my own mind,
I'm not you puppet to be mastered.
No strings to pluck and pull
Can't bend me to your ways.

Free will is a powerful thing
Yet you throw it away.
Giving it to the first person who
shows an interest.

You do it again,
Making the same mistake
Over and over.
You conform to what's easiest
You think it's the only way to survive.

So how does it feel when
They throw you to your knees?
To bow before them,
Their puppet on a string...