Puppeteer Strings
I don't know what to do.
it seems I'm being pulled,
in half,
by two different people.
They are taking my emotions,
rolling them up,
into a ball,
and destroying them.
Do they really care how I feel,
They are running my life,
being the puppeteer,
just pullin on the strings to make me do what they want.
Do they really care its tearing me apart?
that no matter what I do,
I just can't..
make it stop.
My life is being run by outsiders,
not by me..
By people that used,
to be very close..my best friends even.
How do I get out of this,
get out of this cycle,
of hatred..
of controlling..
The choice is mine,
at least this one...
it's not anyone elses..
decision.
You don't get to make this one for me.
Because I'm finally.
FINALLY ABLE,
to retake control of my own life
I'm going to take those strings,
those puppet strings,
tied to my arms and legs,
and I'm going to destroy them.
This is MY life,
and I'll tell you right now...
NOONE!!
Not one person, is going to control it for me!
It's been months
since then,
and I'm still going strong,
BEING MY SELF
I retook control,
made this about me,
I'm taking care of myself,
as it seems.
I've cut those strings,
never to be back again,
I've started over,
and I'm NEVER going back.
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