On a Leash

This poem's confidential;
my name I can't reveal,
but this poem will tell you
some things I wish weren't real.

She never lets me frolic,
she never lets me run,
and when we are together,
it isn't very fun.

I never get to mess
with random people's minds,
and the reason that she gives me
is cruelty this she finds.

It does no good to think;
it serves me no more purpose.
If this compares to diving,
I think I'll never surface.

I love this girl too much
to let her glide away,
but it seems her grip gets tighter
every single day.

Oh shame, oh shame,
shame of all shames,
that my humorous nature
should be stopped by this dame.

I thought of calling off
this abusive game of hers,
but I know that would cause heartache,
though my friends do not concur.

If only I had realized
how foolish I had been
to think that she would let me
be the way that I was then.

Ah, the Poetics.