Puppet Master

Who do they want to see?
Who does she choose to be?
She chose to walk alone upon on the hill
Decisions raking her brain
Monsters screaming within her
What does she want to do?
She can’t tell
She can’t decide
Why must she make that choice now?
Her body moved as if she were a puppet
The strings directing her path
But is it what she wants?
She still does not know
At times she just wanted to disappear
Just like everyone at some point
Should she take this leap of life?
Is this it?
An artist, a writer, a musician
This is what she wanted
But what can that do?
A doctor, a lawyer, a veterinarian
These are what they want
Which way does her puppet master turn her?
Should she be open to these other choices
Even if these aren’t what is in her heart
She wants to stand up for herself
And she tries
But is too shy to fully convey
Maybe if she were to try harder
They would understand
For all they want is to see her happy
Even if it’s not exactly what they want
They are not her puppet master
But are they?
She looks up to them
Follows their choices
And listens
She knows all they are trying to do is help
But what they don’t understand is she doesn’t want to make that choice now
She does not want to have that on her shoulders yet
Should she stand up and explain?
Or should she go through with everything?
Is she able to stand for herself?
Should she stand for what she wants in her path?
I think she can
I think she will
For that she is me
I will do what I want and need to do
Even if everything is exaggerated
It’s my life
And I am my own puppet master.
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Just a rant i went on. Not really looking for any comments, but if you would like to share how you feel about this, feel free to! :)

Peace, Love, and Chemicals!
xoxo
Sweeney Way