Puppet

PUPPET I decided I had to be me, not a numb shadow or a puppet Who can only move or speak when you pull her strings The same problem remains You don’t like freedom or me When you pull my strings I move in the opposite direction And you can’t deal with it One day I’m your princess Worthy of every consideration and complete adoration And then like the shifting of an ill fated wind I become your enemy Proverbial thorn in your side You lash out in anger and pain Yanking furiously at the strings, weakening their hold So what do we do now? Are your ready to cut the cords that bind me to you Or shall it be a war of wills forever? I don’t have forever left So I’ll just go on being me and you can pull on those disabled strings if you must But don’t be shocked when they fail to move me.