There are times we have no control over our lives.

When we must live by other peoples' rules, even if we don't know what they are.

But even more so, we must live with the consequences of those rules.

Broken- followed- it doesn't matter because the heartache is still there.

There waiting to overtake us. To break us. To finish a job they haven't been able to.

And now, perhaps, it's time we changed that.
Time we took back control.

Even if it might mean certain death. . .