I don't know

I Don't know.

Do your genuine emotions need my permission?
Or are you asking me to tell you how you should feel?
Natural reaction should come without thinking.
That's why I think your emotions aren't real.

Cry or scream if that's what you want.
Act out on your love or rage or pain.
Requiring me to tell you which feeling to feel.
Ends up betraying that they're not genuine.

And by now you should know only too well
Nothing you do will change my mind.
Your little games are no longer fun.  I'm leaving you behind.

Meditate on what I'm trying to tell you.
Open your eyes perhaps for the very first time.
Read, and take to heart these words I've written,
Especially the first letter of every line.

The End

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