Victim Poem by Joseph Tanner

Not a victim of crime,
I lay down
Raped of my life.
I’m a victim of myself,
Allowing to be held back.
Not putting up a fight,
Never saying no,
Afraid of losing you.
I become a puppet on strings,
Being pulled every other way.
Not being me,
My life is slipping away.
My wooden heart is cold,
Set me alight with your love,
Bring back the warmth we had.
Cut my strings,
Free me, let me be the person I am.