No More

Silently, waiting for the day,

Waiting for the day your control comes to an end,

Patiently, my rage suppressed,

Hoping I can speak for myself.

Your control I allowed,

Your Highness,

I bowed.

Now I regain control,

to you I serve no more.

Every fit you threw,

Every tear you faked,

Every day you panicked,

Worry no more.

Now I walk alone,

Regaining character with each step I take.

Never to look back,

The Day of Emancipation is here.

April 3, 2001