I am in control

Focus on the movement. Forcing my body to move. Back into happy, dismal the cell.
My back screams at every move I even think about making. You did a proper job in breaking it. My heart shatters at every relationship I even think about starting. You did a proper job in breaking it.
Something is ringing in the background. Time to build myself back up again. Running low on supplies. Mortar around my heart. Tape up my eyes. Tie up my posture into something permissable. Still the pain. Canned laughter and painted on humor. Fumble through the day.
Your stupid comment. I'm screaming in the brain. But I pass it off with a laugh. And I'll pay for that later.
Kiss up. Wipe off.
The sun and the westernly mountains are lying together. This means one thing to me.
Back to the whipping post.

And the whip master is a bitch. I would know.