The Puppet

A girl lived her whole life. Forever held, on puppet strings. They bound her hands, so tightly, and wrapped round her legs. No movement she made, was voluntary, she was never in control. She was controlled by others, at their mercy, doing whatever they asked. The world around her was noisy, deafening- with people asking for favours. She could hear these voices, even in the silence, that never really was. She never uttered a complaint, she was silent, about these endless duties. When she locked herself up, those tender tears, were seen by her mirror only. But no matter what she did, she never, could lock herself away from the strings Until one day the word grew silent. She closed her eyes and sighed, *and then, she was gone. *NB, alternate ending (last line):- The strings fell, and she was free.