A puppet,
A word.
A feeling.
A puppet.
What is it to you?
A person to obey your
every command?
A person feeling what you want it to?
A puppet on strings that you
control with your
arms and devious eyes and
brutal words?
A puppet.
What is it?
Do you control it
as long as the strings hold in place?
Do you make it feel like you want
it to?
Do you peek at her,
when she doesn't feel aware?
Do you ponder her
and tell her to stand alone...?
Do you ask her things
that you command her to
answer truthfully to?
A puppet.
A lonesome puppet.
What do you do with it?
Do you laugh at her
when you make her smile
a fake smile?
Do you make her cry
when you're feeling depressed?
Do you watch her,
see her,
love her?
A puppet.
A dead little thing.
Just a doll,
with strings attached.
A puppet.
She's beautiful
and perfect; flawless
and inevitably awe-striking.
She's great,
but oh so gone from life,
but you command her to be
happy,
you pull the strings high and
tight, and pull the corners up
and laugh.
A puppet.
What do you do with her?
A puppet
with strings.
Strings that can't be seen.
What do you do to her
if it doesn't react to what you want?
Strings unforeseeable.
What do you tell people when she smiles
when told not to?
What do you tell yourself
when she cries
when you don't want her to?
A puppet.
She's beautiful.
You control her.
But what do you do when the strings
break
and her heart stops?
What do you do with it then?
Is she just as worthless
as she felt before?
