Control

A poem I wrote about Control Freaks

Piercing eyes
Searching out for a soul
Reaching into minds
Seeking weakness
Pushing thoughts
On victims
Do as I want
Do as I say
Pushing you down
Below their level
They must win
It’s in their mind
Forever embedded
Victims feeling helpless
Succumbing to their power
Skilled manipulators
Emotionally inducing their whim
Feeding their own sense of power
They call them
Control freaks