⚘ 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 ↬ 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘐𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴

𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・。.・。.✭・.・。.・.・

I am not your pawn,
as you think I am.
I am those thousands of tides that wreck,
them small sails like you.

Label me as a feeble,
or a sly,
and I'd show you,
how a strong woman,
looks like.

You shattered me,
manipulated me,
barbarically slandered me.
But guess, you are not aware,
I am a born rebellion,
I don't belong to your clan anymore.

Your evil and nasty plans,
all will go wasted,
when you'll see me growl,
and viciously tainted,
with your mud blood,
getting rid of you -
the known faceted.

And the time has come,
when I get to choose myself.
It has yet come,
that I take a stand for myself.
Because I'm certainly,
not anyone's pawn.

There was a time,
when you had my strings in your hands.
All you did was to put me over the line,
and control me like a puppet,
putting that long, leather armband.

But who expected such a turn out,
that you'd end up,
seeing me flip over the table.
As I cut off the armbands,
and pull over those strings,
from your grotty hands,
all weak and unstable.

How does it feel to be rebelled?
I am curious to know what you think!
Is it similar to seeing somebody held,
and then relentlessly push one,
across the ledge.

I am not your chess board's pawn,
that you'll hide behind me,
as a worthless king.
Making me suffer and fight,
for every dirty thing,
that you sheepishly did.