Solitary days and humble nights

Strings

Puppeteer to puppet.
These strings are ever so different.
You laugh. I smile.
You cry. I'm silent.
You fall. I leap.
You hurt. I bleed.
You sleep. I dream.
You like. I love.
You dance with strings. I cut my strings.
You obey your master. I'm loyal to my king.
You follow. I lead.
You give in. I stand out.
You pretend to be strong. I know I am strong.
You ignore your limits. I know my limits.
You want. I create.
You take. I give.
You hurt after being hurt. I heal after being hurt.
You forget. I forgive.
You were complete. I am complete.
You run. I stay.
You hate the rain. I dance in the rain.
You hurt others. I heal others.
You have a fake smile. I have a real smile.
You have friends. I have family.
You simply choose to exist. I simply choose to have a purpose.
You know the truth. I follow the truth.
You know what is right. I do what is right.
You change. I remain firm.
You bend. I stand tall.
You fade. I bloom.
You are a shadow . I am a moon.
You absorb. I deflect.
You react. I reflect.
You become. I affect.
You defy. I obey.
You question. I answer.
You try to be perfect. I embrace my flaws.
You want to become what I am. I tell you, "you never can".
Because when it's Puppeteer to puppet.
These strings are ever so different.