The Manipulator's Victim

Scream it through my veins!
You make me feel insane..
Control my thoughts through your words,
manipulate my bones!

Use your head to fill mine up.
Give me that feeling -- make me give up!
You.. you are the one who made me feel like this.
Now that you're gone, I've realized;
how I was blissfully unaware of what you are!

Is that a gun? Is that a knife?
"Turn around, don't fucking think twice!"
I listened to you like a game of 'Simon Says' --
I always lose in the end.

I listen to you and you control my tongue.
The words that spill out aren't my own.
Why did it take so long for me to finally know?
A manipulator's victim is never their own.
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I'd love any constructive criticism, thoughts, opinions.. etc.
(BTW, this is one of the few poems that I wrote years ago.
I just edited a few words, but this was done by 14 year old me.)