held up by the strings of a puppeteer called obligation
i must, so i do
dance for an audience
act out a part dictated by someone else
all for the entertainment and delight of others
but when the show is over
the stage lights go out
the puppeteer lays me down
in a puddle of strings and bent wooden limbs
no longer controlled by someone else
but not strong enough to pick myself up
at this time
i get to finally be myself
a moment to be alone
a chance to breathe
at this time
i make the decisions, not any puppeteer
and i always decide to cry a tear
down past the lips of my painted smile
hoping for the chance to someday
be the puppeteer of my own life.
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