Monsters

Strings

To you I was a worthless toy.
You picked up my frail body,
attached strings to my fragile, wooden arms.
With that you controlled what I did.
I fell for it.
You attached strings to my week, wounded legs.
With that you controlled where I went.
I let you.
You tied your last string to my aching head.
With that you controlled my thoughts.
You were the only thing on my mind.
You took my body and lifted me up.
Moved my legs and made me dance for you.
Made me think thoughts I never wanted to.
Made me say things that hurt people.
I belonged to you.
Without you I was a pile of withered wood.
Until one day you cut the strings.
Those strings you implanted in me.
Those strings I so desperately needed.
I was lost.
You had thrown me away so quickly.
After every lie you whispered to my easily influenced heart,
After every Sweet touch you imprinted onto my tattered soul,
You flicked me away like a bug.
In less than minutes, what I believed to be love turned into hatred.
I sat there,
Unmoving and still,
wondering what I did wrong.
I sat there rebuilding the wall you so destructively broke down.
This time twice as strong.
In hopes to never let myself get swept away agian.
Silently hanging a sign that says
'Warning! Disaster area!'

I'm starting to get low again...