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From The Mind Of A Control Freak...

I control these
Invisible strings.
The ones that make you do those
Horrible things.
I control how you
Think and Feel.
Your life would crash if I didnt
Take the wheel.
You should feel lucky that I
care.
But now you only sit and
Stare.
You cut my strings
And now it all will end.
So say goodbye,
You used to be a friend...

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This does sound just like a control freak but it is very bad to have such a thing in a personal relationship. The writer must have something of this to end a friendship so easily. I thought the poem was structured pretty well and I can't say words were wasted though that takes more examination. All in all. Not bad. GW62