I am told what to do.
When I am told to dance, I dance.
When I am told to play, I play.
When I am told by the world to hurt, I hurt.
For the world is the puppeteer, and I am the puppet.
They tug on my strings, and break my back.
When my tears fall, my puppeteer makes me rejoice.
When I mourn, my puppeteer will celebrate.
My world is the mess that I have made it.
I have tied these strings to myself.
I have been captured by my own carelessness,
And have no strength to break free.
The world will control me, for as long as I am weak.
I have no strength.
My life will be a performance, forever.
I will keep doing this, forever.
I am destroying myself from the inside out.
Until one day, I’ve had enough.
I reach for the scissors and the strings will go limp.
I will walk away, strong, and untouched by the world.
I have a new puppeteer, and he has set me free with grace.