They
They
They made me small.
Made me chained.
Made me a bird in a cage.
They made me crumble-
Made me yield.
Made me forfeit a game made to succeed.
They made me feel free-
Safe to be.
They made me believe.
To see the good in every scene.
They showed me the world-
Showed me the good, the bad.
Little did I know,
The bad was watching me.
In truth,
The prosperity was cunning-
Just the game unseen.
Ever Changing but never questioning.
When they left,
It was short and sweet.
Sudden and bleak.
They showed me the world-
That was once full of splendor, wonder-
But now it seemed small and somber.
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