You made me this person, this person I don’t like. This person I don’t recognize anymore, you made me a person I no longer want to be but I’m not able to control her. She comes out when times are dark to make them even darker. This new person you’ve created has no control of her emotions and becomes weak. She’s weak and pain takes over her, you made her weak, and she’s begging for her power back. She wants and begs for her freedom back.