Mercy

“Follow me.” You say.
So I follow.
“Do this.” You say.
So I obey.
You smirk and laugh as you lead me.
“Ignorant little thing.” You coo to me.

Kick me, cut me, stab me, kill me.
I will not scream. I will not cry.
I will obey and not cry out.
Mercy is something I do not know.

You scream if I do something wrong.
You cry if I do not obey.
You kick me and hurt me.
I can only cower.

A dog to it’s master.
A slave to it’s keeper.
A monster to it’s chains.

I obey without question.
Not wondering on consequences.
Not realizing that once I am done,
I will regret it a hundred fold.

Kick me, cut me, stab me, kill me.
I will not scream, I will not cry.
I will obey and not cry out.
Mercy is something I do not know.