Strings...

I must ask why?
And, Who am I?
I'm drowning in a sea of faces,
desperately searching for traces,
of what, I've now long forgotten,
of something always lost, and re-begotten.
Surrounded by good friends, never felt so alone,
A wind sweeps the crowd and chills only me to the bone,
bringing to me the longing for the euphoria of dreams.
Invisible strings pulling me apart at the seams,
stuffing spilling out, never felt so exposed,
no one cares, no help or fate is interposed.
Heart goes from clay to stone, clay to stone,
never felt so alone.
Pick up a blade, knowing what's in store,
just can't take anymore.
Ram it through my heart of wood, and a curtain falls.
Gently sliding down my whole world's walls,
and along with it, despair it brings,
For I never even lived, for I was a puppet, on strings.