Strings Attached


These strings that I'm attached to won't let me go

I dance around a dark room

Swaying from one wall to another

I slowly dance to a melancholy tune

Wishing that I can be free

But I sometimes forget that I'm the puppet master of these strings

I'm like a robot following commands

Only thing is that I'm my own master

I only move to my own terms

But can stop myself in my own tracks

And start to be controlled by my negative emotions

Tugging on these strings trying to get away

But I pull myself back forcing myself to dance in misery

Sway my right arm then I sway my left

Try to move my legs to a different type of beat

But I force the strings to tug violently on my feet

Bend my leg back and scream in agony

I try to get away from my self-hated personality 

I'm a puppet to my own self 

A person to never be free 

Tied by my own fears and miseries

Dancing to this death fulfilling song

In front of a non-existent audience

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