The Puppet
Merely a puppet, that’s all you are
in the hands of the puppeteer.
He is mysterious, he is evil;
it’s him that you must fear.
For quietly he’s whispering,
he’s bossing you around,
silently manipulating you each day
until the day you reach the ground.
A slick and subtle presence,
his will overcomes your own.
He started off small but over time
you’ve surrendered and he’s grown.
He is always silently lurking
waiting for your fall and your plunder…
his cheer when you finally do fail,
an overwhelming, silent thunder.
Each time you cave he gets bigger
and even bigger than before
until finally he’s just so big
that you can’t fight him anymore.
Your hands are not your hands
they move despite your will
they rise and fall without consent
they move with precision, skill.
In your mind you’re shrieking,
“Stop! No! This isn’t what I want to do!”
Yet still they lift, they move about
regardless of whether you want them to.
It feels terrible, you feel dirty.
You know that it’s not really you…
Or is it? That voice inside your head
Sure sounds a lot like you do…
Then it gets confusing.
What’s the truth? What is real?
But the voice inside is whispering…
“Quit thinking, would you? Just sit back and feel.”
And feel you do… not a thought in your head
and boy, does it feel good…
until it’s too late… it’s over…
if you could undo it, you would.
Because now you feel terrible.
You know it was wrong.
But you listened to that voice…
got caught up in his song.
Next time, you say, it’ll be different.
Next time you’ll fight back…
but then next time rolls around
and it’s strength that you lack.
Fighting back takes effort
you must firmly say “NO!”
take a stand, walk away
rather than sit back, caught up in the show.
Honestly… I’m still there now.
So I can’t really advise…
I do think the key though
is simply to realize
that no matter how entrenched you are
in the bad, the physical,
HE is not YOU
For you are pure. You are spiritual.
You are so much more.
It’s up to you to overcome…
or add lines to his tally
of battles he’s won.
Don’t be a number.
Don’t be a statistic…
Don’t let yourself fall
in the hands of someone so sadistic.
Rise up and cut the strings
the knife’s right there in your hand
it’s up to you my dear one…
for it’s you alone who can.