brain-dead puppet

pull my strings, bend
my arms farther than they could
ever stretch, that's right, you're

able to do whatever you want
despite everything i said
because you deny that i even spoke

whywhywhy did you keep me
in this loop? forever to suffer,
but let me reach with scissors

and cut the tethers which
give me movement, then
i'll collapse to the ground,

free, finally free
but without your guidance, where do i go?
must make my own path

but i can't even move
and this is my own fault
no one else is to blame

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