they say I've changed. my face is gone.
trapped far behind a mask. but they
like it, and smile. go on. don't see
oh, yes, I'm perfect. dancing on
strings you pull. a circle? indeed.
mix up the life-lines. you smile,
jerking and pushing, the struggle
continues. I bounce up, you snap
back. lie down limp, forward tug. snarl.
puppetry's dying. the mask is
soon fading. will you let me be?
just let me be, for I am through.