Puppet Poem by Miss Grace

Tied down with what you want
Cut my dreams with no second thought
They cease bleeding slowly
But wound never heal wholly
Not a single complaint made by me
Why don't you just let me be?
I feel like a puppet of your hand
Each work done at demand
I feel like I have no right
I can't even be let out of sight

Am I that wrong?
That this torture is so prolong
I watch time drift by slow
Ask dance to your hand flow
Controlled by strings
Too tired by these things
Controlled by your command
Works done by your demand
I feel like a puppet of your hand
It's something you need to understand
I have my own will
Let me learn and go down the hill

I feel trapped
I feel encaged
So many words I can't say
I can't even act out of the way
I am a mere puppet of your hand
Without your will I can't even stand
Tied down by what you want
Desires crushed like an ant
I am a mere puppet of your hand
A mere puppet of your hand.