Puppet

I needed to vent and this is exactly how I felt

Pull, Pull

Tugging at my strings

Pull, Pull

Cant decide on anything

I am bound by endless strings,

God gave us free will, yet I have none

I am to dedicate the rest of my life to doing as I'm told

I can never be myself

I can never be bold

If I refuse a new string is formed, enfused by guilt

I am too kind is what I am told

People know what buttons to push

My strings are operated at all times

I pull,

I tug,

I fall.

Never in control

Never free

Bound forever

Wishing I could break my strings

Wishing to be me

I pull,

I tug,

I fall.

The End

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