Deceiver

Just a Puppet
You are the Master,
I am the puppet.
Caught between your grip,
and a sight of reality.
I am just a doll,
what can I do.
You play with my strings,
and control what's in my heart.
I am the puppet,
lacking emotion inside.
Trapped by words spoken,
and desperate actions.
You are the puppet master,
who will find love someday.
But you don't listen
to what your puppet has to say.
I am the puppet,
wanting to hide in cave.
Placed on a shelf,
in a protective case.
A silver mirror,
reflecting back at me.
This is what I see,
a puppet on a string.
Wanting so bad to be free,
but a sense of control is comforting.
I am just a puppet,
staring into space.
Hiding behind,
more than this hurt on my face.
A puppet,
suffering with fear and pain.
So how do I cut these strings,
that tie us together.
I no longer want to depend on another.
How do I cut this string,
if you are my sense of security.
Some say I have to find scissors,
and cut them myself.
Some say will- power is the key,
but this is what I believe.
I haven't given up on the Master,
just the puppet within me.

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Just a Puppet
Katrina Marie Lusk
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