I feel like a puppet.
That's on display,
Or a marrionette,
That can't get away.
So when the puppeteer pulls,
I dance and sing.
Until my conscience dulls,
As I folllow the string.
I'm stuck in this place,
With no where to go.
With a mask over my face,
As I'm part of this show.
I can't seem to escape,
This cherade that I'm in.
But how do i get out,
And where should I begin.
I hide all my feelings,
So that they never show.
And the bitterness inside me,
I simply let grow.
Until it becomes unbearable,
And theres nothing to do.
But to try to end this play,
That all my life Ive been trough.
I'll start a knew life,
With no end in sight,
And wont have to worry,
About whats wrong and right.
No one telling what to do,
Or who i'm supposed to be,
I don't have to hide myself,
So others can't see.
For now, and only now,
I can truly be ME!