C/C on my poem, will you not?

*She shrugs*, this just came out today. I guess it came from my past, well, I suppose that's it. Any advice would be excellent.

Restrained

Held tight on leash

We are by Master.

Guide, tugged and pulled.

Commanded, steered, told.

Talked to, yelled at, admonished

Walk this way, turn that, jump here, around the bend, back flip now and maybe even hop on one foot

NOW!

Master holds the rope.

But through it all

I am not alone.

Comrades at all sides.

Stumbling with, bowing also.

Through the cold are

Their warm bodies.

Familiar essences constantly present.

A shield from the world at forever

At my back

A feeling of recognition among my equals

When quick with wit.

But avoided and penalized when acting

Not as mirrored as they all are.

Of course, all tied together

Never alone…

Tired of such an existence

I find the choice quiet apparent.

As Master will not renounce control

And my pack acts as one, and takes me as

Just another, when I

Am not even a part.

And yet, for these companions I must be.

I find I may

Chew through this harness,

Run away into unknown freedom

Accompanied by loneliness, starvation and

Attack… but a neck not strained

Or, to gulp down my pride

And be as another.

They all nag

Master tugs

Independence beacons

Oh, decisions decisions.