We give power to those that we elect as cause for the conditions we find in life.

You remind me of my father,
the way you punch holes with your words
in the delicate lining of my heart.
Now I cry out, the same helpless child:
Thief!
Someone stop that man.
He stole my power
and is running away
wearing that malicious grin.

But there are no heroes here,
only this crowd of regular people.
"Sweetheart," they turn and say.
"He has your power
because you gave it away."