A puppet for you master

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