These crusted, ancient walls
fence me in.
For eighteen years
I've been held within.
Peering into his well-worn,
scaly eyes,
I'm muddled and lost in
my own foggy lies.
Ducking his persistent words
that humble,
beneath my feeble arguments
I crumble.
Filled with self-indulgence,
I refuse to see
a world I don't care for
that cares for me.
Breaking his leash in heated
frustration,
I fight for my freedom and just
vindication.
Moistening eyes I take away
from his,
with contempt for his punishing
relentlessness.
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