for some time now i've held you back - this leash made of metal and with rings interchanged amongst themselves.. sometimes i'd let you walk feet in front of me - leading the way. making you believe you had control. right when you least expected it, i'd pull you back - tighten your leash - make it harder for you to breathe.

lately i've had to adjust this chain so you can only walk inches in front of me. there are things i'd rather keep to myself and things i'd like you to keep at your distance. i have words always racing through my mind, and when i've finally gotten around to speaking them - i get tired. why should i speak what i've been thinking about when i've already figured out the different ways to say it and how many different responses i could get from it. why repeat myself?

i'd rather control you. make you pull me up this hill. keep you restrained.. keeping you in the dark - with this chain wrapped around your throat. and if i don't like what you're saying i'll simply tighten the collar. if i don't want to hear what you have to say, i'll make it impossible for you to speak it. stop where it begins. destroy before it takes form.

maybe one day i'll release you. maybe one day i'll let you speak up. maybe one day i'll destroy that mirror.

until then;
don't hold your breath.