For everybody who has someone holding them down

Common day viewing

Stalked by an unseen personification

Of ones own childish nightmares

Just stood their watching

Calculating every step to flaunt

Her own superiority over you

Scorning the pathetic attempts of

A confused shunning action

Because you don’t actually know who she is

She tells you what to think, what to say and do

Ridiculing as you try to free yourself

From the stereotypical mould of the subservient

Psycho that she’s caged you into

Locked away the keys to each tiny box

Within itself and your now tattered mind

Haunting your dreams with paranoid whispers

Leading you to doubt your own morals

Doubt your own resolve

The End

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