I need to tell someone,
I need to open my mouth
And tell you,
What goes through my mind.
I am just as they are;
I am no worse and no better than them.
We were born the same way
And shall die the same.
Yet it is the in-between where the problem lies,
Where our differences begin to show.
Someone else dictates my life,
Someone else pulls my strings.
I am but a mere puppet with no control of my limbs.
My friends were born without strings,
While mine have been pulled on
Since I was just eight years old.
I had no choice in the matter
Yet the strings are impossible to cut.
For if I do so, it means certain death,
And so I dangle from my strings as I dream of pulling free.
My strings mean uncertainty and misery
For I know not when they will be cut,
And yet being cut free
Is a thing of nightmares for me.
So I dangle, and dangle, and dangle on
Hoping for someone to take pity on me
And steal me away from my puppet master.
It is all I can do to not live my life
Thinking of the strings.