She’s warm but made of knives

I thought this would be better

She’d believe in me

She’d be my protector

But her lamp that promised light

Is electrocuting me instead

Now the at mercy of her power

Withholding praise in her ivory tower

She calls a traumatized me lazy

She makes me and her both crazy

She smiles

Then jabs me

Plugs into things I’m proud of

Just to stab me

So now I’m on the run

As a way to hide

This used to be fun but

It’s clear she’s not on my side

Now all I want

Is my power back

And to be done

Maybe she helped me see

That I don’t have it in me

But though I get zapped and zapped again

I still fly toward her light

She’s warm but made of knives