Remote Control by Frances Smith

They know how to hurt you don’t they!?
Those cold, calculating controllers.

They know how to hurt you don’t they!?
Those cold, heartless controllers.

They break your heart with denials don’t they!?
Those ice cold, controllers.

They hide things from you, don’t they!?
To ensure they are the controllers.

They don’t know love and trust, do they!?
No natural affection from controllers.

In their game they have to win
Winning is all that matters
To beat you, at any cost.
It is their game.
You are not allowed feelings
You are not allowed opinions
In a controlling dictatorship.

You are not allowed to be you
There is no laughter with those
Ice cold, heartless, remote controllers.

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