Marionette

There’s so much I could tell you
Everything I love about you,
Everything I hate.
But I’ll keep quiet for now.

I’m the marionette
Hanging from threads of fine silk
Pulled in any direction
Whatever you want to do to me, do it.

My strings are held tightly by fate,
Not letting me leave the never-ending road of ‘eternity’
Always keeping my artificial eyes set of the path of ‘destiny’

Give me scissors, give me a knife
So that I can cut those painful strings
And fall into the embrace of nothing,
‘Death’

Let me fall, or hold me to life
And make sure I stay
It’s all your decision,
I don’t care.

Every thought in my head belongs to you
Severe these painful threads

“If you don’t want to be yelled at…live like a marionette.”

Let me change that…

I won’t let you control me like this.
I’ll hack the threads to pieces,
And I’ll regain my own conscience
And this marionette…
‘Is able…to move of its own free will’.