Controlling A Caged Animal Poem by sarah john

I don't want to be
controlled
any longer.

I try to seperate myself,
free myself of these bonds I
hate
so much.

You say you'll stop,
but it continues, more
than ever.

I grit my teeth, bear with
it all that I can.

I can't, I shouldn't have
to.
You think you're right,
but you're wrong.

So very wrong.

What you do to me,
is just like an animal,
pent up in a cage,
abused by its master,
no food, water, or love.

You think it's right,
you believe it's discipline,
but do you ever realize how
I feel?
What I go through?

I don't think so.

I'm caught in a
trap, to be
abused

forever.