You break all of your promises,
you never come through;
that is unless
it will benefit you.
You're selfish and vile,
a truth that has gone
unspoken for too long.
You order me around
and I must comply
without a sound.
You dictate my life,
like it's yours to ruin.
I can ruin my own life,
I don't need you.
I can take care of myself,
I don't need you.
Yet no matter how many times
I try to run,
you always pull me back under.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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