It's All About Control

I often imagine being asked,
an interview if you will.

Why do you do it?

I am crossing my legs,
Pretending to think.

Why do you do it?

The voice echoes in my head.

I have the urge,

I answer honestly.

What kind of urge?

They will ask.

To do something wrong,
Something not tolerated.

I shrug now,
Acting oblivious to myself.

And you let it take you over.

They will state, not ask.

No. I will take it over.
I take over control.
I do how I please.
They will not be my boss.
They will do what I say.

So, it’s all about control?

They try to understand.

It’s about what I want.
It’s about the way they always made me feel.
It’s about revenge.

I state, making them wince.

Yes, it’s all about revenge.
Hadn’t they treated me like I was no one,
Hadn’t I grown up to be the man I am now.

Had they believed in me,
Would I not try to make them believe now.