I am not in control

I have strings that appear when 

I don't want to do anything

they cling into my skin and dig into my bones

They pull me and make me do it

They make me smile and make me

hand some one a pencil 

But they leave me in the most

Needed times

They are chains with little hooks 

And they can stap into  my skin and right into my nerves and bones.

I am like a puppet

Others are puppets to their fame

Well I am a puppet to happiness

I am a puppet for my life

These hooks force me to eat

But leave when I want to workout

They are here when I want to dance

But they leave when I want read or sing

They are in my head and force

Me to do what they want