When did I agree to take part in this bizarre power play?
How did it creep up without me noticing?
Slowly wrapping its tentacles around me
And pulling me in
Inch by inch
Forced into a role I don’t want to play
Yet each scene is a choice
And each role is a state of mind
You
An unconscious bully
Stormy oppression
Pushing me down
Should I ignore it?
Pretend I don’t notice?
Accept humiliation and belittlement
Malicious words designed to hurt
As if it they were nothing?
I cannot accept this sense of injustice
Yet the only other option I can come up with
Is angry defence
Shouting back in order to be heard
Mirroring your malicious ways
Then you tell me I am creating a drama
Being over the top
Childish
What must I do in order to just be considered?
Why do I get the impression
Of being dragged into this script by the hair?
A blank canvass for your projections
An empty toilet for your emotional vomit
Why do I feel so powerless
When power is a choice?
You are merely opening the door and inviting me in
To your inner film
I don’t have to enter
Dressed up in the costume you have assigned me
I could respond instead of re-acting
You
The victim
The vampire
What would it be like to step out of this theatre piece
Create a new role
My own character
Firmly and neutrally state my position
And have my boundaries respected?
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