Pity,
It's all I give you.
For you don't have a sense of your own,
For it's your life but you're still not in control
For all you are is a puppet, dancing on your master's string.
For you wear cuffs thinking they are gold rings,
For you can't see beyond your illusionist world,
For your master is the dominant one,
A friend, A bestie, A lover
A toxic relation.