i gave them everything
and they took it as if it was their right
when there was nothing to give
they still wanted more
i laid down my head and cried
blaming myself for falling short of giving
never realising that they were the ones -
who were to blame
for demanding what was not theirs to take
but mine to give -
as much as I wanted
when I wanted
i had a choice
i realised one day
give them little by little
of what I wish to offer
or not give them anything at all
and not be concerned -
of the consequences,
of the punishments
they would inflict on me
i just needed
a mind palace to go to
to heal
the reins are in my hands
and, the horses are mine, too.
