Poem: Trap

You reached out your hand
And you bid me to come
But there’s malice in your grip,
And poison on your tongue

You played a dreadful game,
Tying me with puppet strings
For in your fear you always knew
That one day I’d grow wings

I frustrated you, though you tried
To cut to the core of me
But I saw through your lies,
Hiding until I was free

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