Strings
About that cold shoulder
I like to give to you;
To be honest, I'm shameless.
I enjoy causing you pain.
I watch with care, to see you squirm;
and then...
I do it Again!
It really isn't my fault at all!
See what you made me do?
I put so much effort and time,
into controlling you.
Why does seeing you hurt, give me such relief?
Some call me a narcissist.
Some say, "I relish in causing grief."
The truth is;
When you hurt at my hand;
There is nothing greater than my plan!
You've always been my puppet...
And I?
I pull the Strings!
I'm what makes you dance.
I'm what makes you sing.
You are nothing, without me,
They won't even, give you a second glance.
I am your puppet master, without me,
You just don't stand a chance.
You! You! You!
You, Try To Expose Me!
You, Dare to Cut My Strings?
Only you are responsible now,
For the pain this brings!
And I?
I will spin my tales of whoa.
I need the sympathy...
to watch my popularity grow.
I will take away
All that love, you thought you had.
Aren't you pathetic?
Oh yes, it's all so very sad.
Are you happy now?
You see what you made me do?
Quick! You better retie those strings...
So they won't hate you.
It was never about you.
You dumb fool!
You were just too blind too see.
I am the Puppet Master...
You belong to Me!
Copyright © Danielle Fenske | Year Posted 2015
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