The Puppet & Puppeteer

I hear your voice whispering in my ear. Telling me I am worthless. I hear your snickers as you talk behind your hands, telling others of all my faults. I try to brush it off. But it’s stuck like glue. Your words consume me, echoing through my mind, making me believe them. I will be better, I will be skinnier, I will be smarter, I will be nicer. But you are never satisfied. You bend me to your will, I am the puppet and you are the Puppeteer. I don’t think I’ll ever be free of these strings that lead me.