Hollow Commands
They speak of dominance yet flinch at true strength,
fearing submissives who stand without fear.
They want obedience wrapped in quiet surrender,
not fire that offers itself by choice.
They hide behind rules they barely uphold,
shaken when limits are spoken with pride.
They crave submission that does not resist,
yet falter when trust demands its worth.
They call it defiance when voices stay firm,
mistaking will for something to break.
They want to take without ever earning,
exposed by those who refuse to kneel.
They claim control but cannot hold the weight,
unready for those who know their own worth.
They watch as strong submissives walk away,
leaving them lost in their hollow command.