Midnight Tears

puppeteer

O dear puppeteer tell me, when will you give my body back?

These strings pulling on me are starting to sting, puppeteer.

But my sweet puppeteer I love you so dearly.

When I'm too numb to walk you make me, when I'm too numb to cry you make me, when I'm too numb to scream you make me, when I'm too numb to move you make me.

But my sweet puppeteer I hate you.

You control me.

String by string you make my legs move one in front of the other and I begin to walk.

String by string you raise my arms up and I begin screaming and ripping out my hair.

String by string you take away my life and my freedom. 

And as you make me walk I scream and cry begging you to stop begging you to leave me alone. 

I can't sleep at night because you don't let me, I can't eat because you don't let me and I can't be me because you don't let me.

You force me to open up and tell you everything but I don't know anything about you not even a simple thing like your name. But yet you have the power to control me.

And everyday I try to cut the strings but you make me put the scissors down and crawl back into bed back under the covers where you say I am safe but I am not.

I am never safe.

My own body is a weapon that I must protect myself from.

But puppeteer how must I protect myself from myself?

Trust in you you say, but how if I don't know your name?

And at last you tell me your name puppeteer.

I get close to you and you whisper ever so gently in my ear..

My name is.....