It's your choice
they say,
Do whatever you want,
It'll be okay.
So I choose
Where my interests lean,
Now it's a "dumb" decision
Made by a "dumb" teen.

They hold the strings
To my heart,
That's why it and I
Are worlds apart.
I follow wherever
The strings tug,
Even though
My desires unplug.

They sit me down
And tell me to choose,
I do what they want
Based on their cues.
Deep down,
Something is wrong,
But their will is a cage
So I go along.

I'm still told
That I'm free,
That my decisions
Are my own decree.
They still lie
Through glossy teeth,
They are the puppeteer,
And my life is underneath.