some people would call me shy

but they don't know me, no they don't

i usually sit alone and let life pass me by

refuse to let people in, i just don't

i don't want to tell them about myself

i'd rather die

 

now to put a cap on this speculation

i though't i would end this bitter confliction

shut every door from the world

remove the oyster from it's pearl

seal my lips

and cut any connection from the real world

 

now the only person i had to answer to was me

so whatever question it may be

it was i who was accountable for

and only myself  of course

freedom for me was found in a cage

a place to hide my rage and for no cost or fee

 

no eyes watched me across the room

or when i started talking to my broom

as a new friend

when he asked me if it was my life that was on the mend

i wink and smile towards this enigma

but i didn't know that this was my end beginning to loom

 

when mr rope started to talk about dope

and mrs knife tried to end my life

i started to feel a victim to this sentence i gave myself

life for hating life

refusing to abide by social laws

avoiding love and getting a wife

everyday was like pulling teeth from jaws

i couldn't escape the judgmental criticisms from everybody i saw

and my house was about to decree a war

 

i started to rebel

i thought what the hell

it's my kingdom i'll decide how it's ran

 

i built a fort out of pillows

and hid from the domestic chaos

with a gulp sweat and swallow

 

then, unsuspecting to my kitchen utensils i jumped out

and with a shout

screamed 'death to the silverware'

 

i grabbed a pair of scissors and took them as hostages

ran to mr rope and cut him in half

twisted him in a loop and hung it around my neck

leaped into the closet

knotted mr rope to the clothes rail

he was my prisoner

 

i had defeated their master

i was now king of my own house

but if you haven't noticed my flaws yet 

then what happened next may come as a surprise

 

Mr rope had other ideas

he began to tighten his grip around me

and as my body felt heavier al the air in me began to leave

as if the house had invaded my body and my citizens were fleeing

 

 

Mr Rope had conquered the human body

 

 

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Note: A nice poem about a man who is betrayed by the home he lives in