we are all puppets
to society
they pull on our
chords and strings
they stitch and sew on us
hideous smiles,
they tug on our metal rings

they make us dance to their
opinions and views
they won't let us cry or sing.
we dance in the shows
they put on for us
and they laugh at our
misfitting.

we are all puppets
to society
|made of wood and wire
we aren't allowed to
feel or think
the situation is indeed dire

but we need to accept
the way things work
for there's no truly 'the end'
even when we're lowered
to the ground
we can't scowl, we can't frown
this is society's trend.