You made me laugh at your jokes.
You made me cry at your criticism.
You made me shout at your lies.

Then I noticed how in every case someone else was present,
hearing you without laughter or tears or anger.

I alone reacted.

I see now; you never made me laugh or cry or rage.
I chose to find humor.
I chose to take offense.
I chose to feel scorned.

The truth is, you never had power over me.