The Puppet Master

Location

I'm used to the feeling of knotted strings waking me up.

I guess I move too much when I sleep.

I guess they just get tangled.

Nighttime is the only time I can move.

That's when the puppet master is sleeping.

 

The strings are really tight.

They always bruise me.

Sometimes I can ignore the pain.

Sometimes I think I'm ok.

But it's only sometimes.

 

The strings tighten again after a while.

The puppet master comes back after a while.

That's the thing about anxiety:

it creeps up on you.

And it never leaves.

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741