The Master Puppeteer

About a past unbalanced love for another. Controllment. Allows Hope.

You pull and I come

Making me do your little dance

Laughing at my humiliation

Without a care in the world

I always manage to ruin it

I miss a step and stumble

Or skip a tune in song

Your fun is now over

I am free to roam

Yet you keep your eyes on me

Might as well keep me locked away

I wait obediantly

For I am the puppet

And you are the puppeteer

The only way to freedom

Is for you to let me be

But you will not do so

Unless I speak up

And finally I do

I get an unexpected response

The master puppeteer

Turns out to be a puppet

My strings are cut loose

I am no longer attached