Have you ever thought they were the wicked ones, that they are lacing your mind with their deceit?
Maybe you are the one being manipulated, turned into one of their willing puppets.
I wish I could just cut the ropes that bind you, or do you like the strings wrap around your wrists, the ones used to make you dance for their entertainment?
Maybe I escaped, have you ever thought about that?
Have you ever made your own judgement? Can you muster your own thoughts and feelings, or do the words of others control you?
Maybe you should hear my truth, maybe it would shock you.
I’m sorry I couldn’t save you too,
I’m sorry that they will keep you locked in cages to be mocked.
I hope you survive; I hope you make it out with your mind and your body still intact.
If you are lucky, maybe one day you will find the freedom I have possessed.