Puppet Master
You hold my life by the strings
You control me with those wooden planks
You think you're the almighty God
That gives lives meaning
By making and controlling their destinies
But you've tugged me left and right
Controlled my life in every way
If I manage to do something without your say
You think I turn into Pinocchio
With my nose growing with every breath I take
But look at you
Yours is 10 feet long
But you hide it so well
It doesn't stick out
Like a sore thumb
Then again who believes the person
Who can't even cry for help
I'm the puppet you're my master
You think you save me from disaster
With your wooden planks
What's the point in living life
If you can't learn from your mistakes?
You think you help me
But you're killing me from the inside out
Starting out with every word you speak
"You're not good enough"
"You're nothing without me"
And I believe you
I don't have a life
I'm a puppet
Connected by your strings
And I'm left in the dark
Until you pick up the planks
And play with me by your means
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