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

it's you.


oh, yes, I'm perfect. dancing on

strings you pull. a circle? indeed.

mix up the life-lines. you smile,

I cry.


jerking and pushing, the struggle

continues. I bounce up, you snap

back. lie down limp, forward tug. snarl.

why try?


puppetry's dying. the mask is

soon fading. will you let me be?

just let me be, for I am through.

I'm through.