A Life of a Puppet

A life that is already planned,
A person always pulling on my body and hand,
Telling me which way to go,
As if I have no brain to think on my own.

Like a puppeteer pulling on a puppet’s strings,
Chaining me down and holding my wings.
I hate the fact that it’s all planned,
Don’t care if I already own a place and land.
I never asked to be put in this place.
I’d be happier left to find my way in a maze.

Quit pulling on my strings,
You do not control me.
I am not your doll
And never was.
So leave me alone.

I will live a life as I wish it to be,
Not one that was forced upon me.
I’m breaking these strings,
And spreading my wings.

I am leaving to night,
Before the sky turns light.
Before people can see
And stop me from being what I want to be.

This puppet will be controlled no longer,
So give up cause it’s not worth the bother.
I will do as I wish
So you better learn to deal with it.

Hope you’ve enjoyed controlling my life
But now you’ve come to the end of the line.
Time to say goodbye.
This puppet is braking free,
Say Hello to the real me.