If I was a Golem

An interesting friend, wrote me a letter.
Her days were long and arduous,
She wanted them to get better
The mornings were the hardest,
Her blanket was the weather,
She always seemed to be under.

She twisted and turned, in crippling defeat.
Knowing every time the sun would shine,
The cycle would repeat.
Losing her game, treasures and desires,
She’d often think “ I’ve lost what’s mine”
She lost her person in the glass,
Who limited her borders and creatured her rules.

She became a Djinni in a flask,
For the entire world to see,
To be visible to all as she shamed in her task,
To be called upon freely disregarding her positions
Forcing her tame and doing so, equipping her mask,
The worlds whipped it’s chains and has forced her decisions