Tom Poem. do not own him! only this poem!
Prisoner in Own Body
i was a prisoner in my own body.
i couldn't move my muscles or decide where to look at.
i couldn't hide my thoughts and memories from my puppet-master.
i lied to my family about what i was doing.
i pushed many people's heads over the pier and made them Controllers.
i killed many others that tried to escape from us.
i fought the people that want to help humans and killed them.
i fought my family when they became part of the war and weren't on the Yeerks' side.
but, yet, it wasn't me doing it all-it was my Yeerk using my body to kill.
the Yeerk who killed all those people.
the Yeerk who betrayed and infested all those who just wanted help.
the Yeerk who used my body to fight.
it was all because of the Yeerks.
i killed my own cousin because of my Yeerk.
and, as she died, she took me and the Yeerk down with her to hell even if she went to heaven.
but, death meant i was finally free.
i was free of the Yeerk and it's control.
i wasn't a Controller any more at last.
i was dead, true, but i was free.
and death would have been my only choice to be free anyway.
but i didn't care if i was dead.
as long as i was free, i was happy.