Puppet
You think you can control me.
You try and make me something I'm not.
Try and hide my true self
so I can act acceptable,
polite, perfect, like a puppet.
Don't pull on my strings.
I thought you wanted no strings attached.
Even if I didn't...
Go on then!
LEAVE!
Because unlike what you believe
you don't own me,
I won't be controlled,
and I can live without YOU.
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