There is a small man,
wrapping steel wire around my brain.
He steers my body,
My breath,
My thoughts...
He plucks them carefully,
Precisely.
Telling me when to move,
Act,
Think–

How to Disappear.

He takes control with his reins
Blurring me into a stranger
That my reflection doesn’t recognize

The wire stays invisible,
But they’ve slipped,
from my mind,
to my wrists,
My feet.

They bind me..
tightening, twisting me
Forcing me into a body not for me

But I found the blade.
not of steel,
But truth.

And I will cut the strings.
Then, I will be free

I will finally
be
me