Power

Written 2007 when I realised how powerful my friends are.

Why do you have this control?

Why is it that one comment from you can have me squirming,

like a worm on a hook?

You can leave me trying to change just to please you.

I try to change from something I like to something I hate just to please you. Why do you have this power, this control over me?

Why do I keep giving you this power?

Time after time you abuse it,

you use it for the wrong reasons.

You use it for reasons unknown to me,

reasons undefinable to me.

You keep abusing this power I give you,

but yet I don't take it back.

I can't.

I can't take it back, it was a gift I gave you at the start of the friendship and no matter what you do with it I can't take it back.

Instead all I can do is question: 'Why?'