Jumbled thoughts
Saying nothing
Hearing everything
Reading through his lies.
He never asks- I never offer.
He plays mind games-
I play a game face.
I'm not stupid, I know what is going on.
I know what he wants to hear, I know what he is working to hear.
I can see through it all- he thinks I'm still blind.
He thinks I'm his puppet-- Nope.
His hand isn't up my rear-- he doesn't control my moves anymore.