There Are No Strings on Me

My mind is bleeding,

My heart is receding,

Bitter with pain, cold, and filled with rage,

I feel as if you kept me in a cage,

For all these years,

Bottling up my fears,

Just for me to shed my tears,

On someone else's pillow.

To tell my tale,

And for it to go on sale,

For everyone to hear,

For all to know that all you did was put on a show,

And played the good guy,

You acted the part and aced the role,

But behind the curtain,

Oh boy, did heads roll!

Bruises were covered with clothes,

And fake smiles, pain filled laughs,

pleading eyes, behind perfect masks.

The perfect little puppets you made,

Until you lost control of the strings you pulled,

Of one little puppet who cut her strings,

And took a set of wings,

So one day she could learn to soar.

~.A.R.M.~