I control these <br /> Invisible strings. <br />The ones that make you do those <br /> Horrible things. <br />I control how you <br /> Think and Feel. <br />Your life would crash if I didnt <br /> Take the wheel. <br />You should feel lucky that I <br /> care. <br />But now you only sit and <br /> Stare. <br />You cut my strings <br /> And now it all will end. <br />So say goodbye, <br /> You used to be a friend...<br /><br />Heather Devlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-mind-of-a-control-freak/
