Puppet

Puppet
Nicole Fuson

Strings
Tied to me
Trying to control myself
Demanding to break free

There’s something coming over me
A feel of power trying to control me
Beginning to overrule my feelings and emotions
Telling me what to do
Tell them it was you
And it was your fault

Trouble is all that is coming my way
And I’m trying to get rid of this violent feeling
Trying to break away from this habit of following these monsters
But I can’t get away, but I’m fighting

Because I’m like a puppet on strings
I’m used for humor and to blame and nothing else
Moving without my control
Attempting to get away from temptation
But I’m losing power over myself

Pulled left and right
Threads tangled, causing struggling
Pulling, twisting, and bending
Times when I’m not controlled by these beasts,
I sit there lost and in a tangled mess of my strings

Tired of being under control
The tangling has driven me insane
The constant tugging, pulling, and twisting
Will stop today

Because I’m not a puppet on strings
I’ve got power over my own life
But I know I’ll be lost within my words
Taking the wrong paths within my mind

But I’ll know I make my future
No one else will make it for me
Because I am the holder of my life
And no one will control me

fly

fly fly
like a baby bird
breaking away
from the nest
once captive
but no more
a prisoner
baby bird
fought
stood up
and learned to be herself
no more a baby bird
fly fly away