Quietpirate28
There’s a little puppet,
all caught up in strings,
she can’t do anything,
‘til master tells her things,
She wants to break free,
get rid of all the chains,
but she simply cannot move,
‘til master says her name,
Then she starts to think,
how she doesn’t like these strings,
puppet masters thoughts controlling everything,
she pulls & pulls until a leg comes free,
The puppet master, of course, doesn’t like what she sees,
instantly starts to fix what she thinks the puppet needs,
the puppet starts to weep but doesn’t want master to know,
all master wants is for her puppet to put on a show,
When master finally leaves,
the puppet in the dark,
an idea in puppets head suddenly starts to spark,
she yanks & pulls until a arm comes free,
She reaches for the knife,
laying near her feet,
she cuts the strings away,
dancing to her beat,
She runs astray to what the master called her home,
she looks to experience new things,
knowing she can make it on her own,
she heads outside to wander,
searching for herself,
hiding all the scars,
from which the master dealt.
Meanwhile, master returns,
to the strings & the knife,
asking herself “Why?,
does her puppet cause her strife?”,
Instead of forcing puppet to put on a show,
maybe you should’ve encouraged her,
to have a mind of her own,
maybe you should’ve noticed she wasn’t happy being fake,
Teaching her not to be herself has a lot at stake,
convincing her no one liked her,
because she wasn’t like you,
chased her away to find a cure,
for her broken spirit you pursued,
she’s in a lot of pain,
from what you inflicted,
breaking away your chains,
while you go around playing “victim”,
she’s learning to be free,
not caring what you think,
but learning just to be.