Impaired

Cold, mercury entrenched. I feel so sick. Is this a feeling?
I know these things; love, greed, and hate. I've witnessed them many times before.
I know you but cannot believe. Are you real?
Is this just a joke, an experiment on the human heart?

I stare at these emotions blankly. Am I supposed to care?
Am I supposed to laugh? Am I supposed to cry? Am I supposed to whisper or scream?

I tread carefully, not knowing how you'll react. I dodge your inquiries.
How should I answer when I don't know the question?

You demand so much of me so forcefully. Should I break away?
I cannot dissent. For loss is the only outcome.

I love you! I love you! But do I know what love is?
Is love the inability to speak, to move, to think? For you I cannot.
I am bound to you by you. Bound so tightly, I cannot breath
yet I do not care to be free. I love your grasp on my throat.

You speak words of trust but your self-proclaimed honesty is it truly honest?
You demand the truth but I know so little about myself.
I love you... this is all I can say. It's the only truth I can muster.
Can't you live with that? Can't you understand how weak I am?
My confession. I AM WEAK! I haven't the strength or conviction.
So weak, I hold nothing. I am nothing. You are everything.

Are you happy with your control? Are you happy with my submission?
Are you happy with me as I bow down before you?
ARE YOU HAPPY?