Forgive Me For My Input

Dear victims of my verdict,

Forgive me,

for my input,

I thought I could,

Persuade you,

Change you,

Turn you into

an obedient dog.

My need to control,

Has wriggled through

my skin,

Like an earthworm

out of the dirt.

I haven’t noticed,

my hovering habit,

Until now,

So my apologies,

For treating you

like mud,

Willing to mold.

Sincerely,

An Amateur Controller