Puppet

I am not your puppet.
You can’t control my strings like a guitar’s
Because I don’t have any.
You can’t order me around
And decide my fate for me.
My life is mine,
And I’ll do what I want with it
Whether that’s buying crazy hats,
Going on scavenger hunts,
Or even going on a shopping spree
With money I don’t have.
My life is my own,
So please disappear
Like the sight of the moon during the day.
Don’t come back.
I am not your puppet.