We all know the type…

The way that she asked

Should have given a clue

She had no interest in me

Just in what I could do


We all know the type…

They’re the calls that we screen

The conversations we avoid

Others looking to preen


‘Can I ask a little favour?’

It’s never simple, or small…

With no way to avoid it

I set the stage for a fall


She manipulates my conscience

Will never let me say no

Why I keep letting it happen?

I’m the tell, to her show


So I resolve to defy her

Become the master of my mind

Create boundaries for protection

Start to release and unbind


I choose to disregard history

Of our shared common past

Release what no longer serves me

As I hoist my own mast

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