A puppet in your theatre of cruelty
Captured years ago
Tortured and teased endlessly
I can not seem to
escape my hearts loyalty
I’ve always known it was wrong
Although my love for you is strong
But you are all I know
I can’t cut the strings
So I continue the show
So many scenes
Sometimes I cry back stage
When I am not sad
I am filled with such rage
interludes throughout the day
My favourite times to be alone
and not in dismay
To breathe deep and slow
To be still and to lay
Relax my mind and control my emotions
But back to the theatre I go through my fierce devotion
Back into make up
Back into character
Back to the show
Back to the scenes
That you control