Thoughts as Poetry

Pawn

Pawn

Their true intentions are always hid, tucked away in the mind

They force you into trust,

and to their lies you are blind

Then they hurt you,

cut you down

Pull apart your emotions,

see what makes you frown

They want your heart to wither,

your head to burn

You follow them blindly,

winding around every turn

But you're just another one if their pawns, a slave

A captive beyond repair,

someone I can't save

You let them pull you in,

now you can't run

They're ready to play with your mind,

just for their fun

You can't be taken away,

you're dying

I'm sorry I can't save you,

you'll have to try flying.