I am your puppet

I am your string

You make me dance

You make me sing

I am thrown from the Ceiling

Oh what a masterful God you are!

I scream, dejectedly kneeling

You make me pretend

You make me happy

You make me clown around

You make me sappy

I am the mask you wear

I am the depersonification of you

I am the tortured who must

Act out your life anew

My only complanit is hat

I am consistently abused

My talents, ready to be shared

Can only be used

Do you think you are doing me a service?

By not letting me do things myself?

Or do you think if I had control

I would choose to sit out my own life on the shelf?

I can be strong

Not dangling from your string

I can cry, hurt, kill

I can do anything!

Does it hurt you to think

That I could leave your home?

Does it trouble you to imagine

Crying alone?

I am still your puppet

Although I cannot forever be

I am still here for you to manipulate

Although I wish you would set me free

Cut off my strings now

They are not connected to your heart

Allow me to show you that we can survive

Even after we are apart

I am a puppet

I can cut off my strings

I am immortal

Now I can be my own king