I have been attached, like strings that bind,
To these things that pull me, leaving me confined.
Across your heart, I dance this tragic waltz,
As if a dance floor appeared, where pain exalts.

I'll do anything you'll ask me to,
I'll dance to your fragile song, no matter how blue.
I'll be all that you wanted, a puppet on display,
I'll dance like Angelina, in a sorrowful display.

The strings that are attached, you hold them tight,
You are at the helm, controlling my every plight.
You pull and push this way and that, with no remorse,
Until I am not me, I am but a puppet, a lifeless course.

I twirl and spin, with no control of my own,
My soul yearns for freedom, for a life unknown.
But I am trapped, entangled in your puppetry,
A prisoner to your desires, lost in misery.

With each step I take, I feel my spirit fade,
As your strings manipulate, like a cruel charade.
I long to break free, to dance to my own tune,
But I am bound to you, a prisoner of this gloom.

So I dance, with tears in my eyes,
a tragic and graceful performance, filled with sighs.
A puppet on strings, lost in this tragic game,
In a world where sadness and despair reign.
© jMaj161914