Control

It comes like a thief in the night.
But all along it’s been watching and waiting in silent envy for the right moment to pounce.
Control is like a drug, some people need it to survive, but the same people hate to be in its arms.
Here we go again, we danced this tango many moons ago, now do you think I will willingly be locked in this embrace. I fought you before and won, and I will again!!