The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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I wanted control
But I have no control of my memory
The flashbacks they're heavy
What I say is tied to strings
The time or day has been erased,
The rings around my eyes, a deadly reminder of this fate
I'm the puppet, my strings are looped
I'm a tangled mess
A replication of distress
In the eyes of fear I sit and watch from behind
My body is moving yet I'm trapped inside
Locked behind an aching smile
I wanted control
But now I'm locked within my own mind.
-s