Puppet
Stryder

AN: I was cleaning house and I found this. It's pretty old too.
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I am a puppet on strings,
But I'm cutting them.
Oh, god help me,
I'm cutting them.

My mother, how could I have lived with your expectations.
My father, how could I have lived with your selfish needs.
My sister, how could I have lived with your perfection.
My brother, how could I have lived with your scorn.

They're gone.

That's four.
Just a few more.
I'll be free of them.

My friends, how could I have lived with all the different masks I had to
create.
My boyfriend, how could I have lived with out your love.

Some more, some more.

I can't breath right,
Where did the lights go?

I want to be free of their strings,
Moving me as they wished.
They control me.

I'm scared,
My self, how can I live with out them?

One more string,
Oh, how they all bleed,
The brightest crimson,
Spilling over unscarred flesh,
And a battlefield of wit.

One more, one more.

For my life, I can't live.