Puppet Master

I’m but a puppet in this world. My master was once a sweet and tender man who would do anything for the ones he loved. But through corruption and much pain he has turned insane. His insanity controls his thoughts and heart. He pulls me by his strings of false superiority given to him by his age and nothing else. In the beginning I tried to please my master, but it proved impossible. No matter how hard I worked or how kind I was, still he pulled me in twisted motions. He manipulated me with the strings that are tied to me by law and forces me to give into his will. Crunching my heart in his mighty fists until the power I held in spirits have all been ripped from my chest and thrown far away from my grasp. So here I sit sad, crushed, manipulated, pulled and prodded so much that there is no more energy in my bodice to free myself from his disturbed strings.