A wooden head, and master’s strings.
Examples of a puppet’s things.
No feelings, and an empty brain.
Do I always have to explain?
Your hurting words, compare me to
a puppet that you think you knew.
Please search your heart. That is not me.
I wish that I can make you see
emotions within, and feelings too.
Intelligence, for years that grew.
So many words with no escape
beneath my hardened puppet shape.
My tethered limbs for many years.
I’ve cried so many bitter tears.
But now I’m free. The strings are cut.
Be glad for me, for this is what
I’ve dreamed for years. A life most free.
But you will never, ever see
beyond a wall, that you have built.
Some future you’ll be filled with guilt.
Your words so cruel, a glancing dart
has pierced my beating puppet heart.
Some people wear their blinders well.
They hide behind an empty shell.
My strings are gone. They do not bind.
While yours are tethered to a hurtful mind.