Puppet Master

No one ever told me to write them down The words demanded to be released Oppression is not in my blood I let them go. No man ever touched me and made me feel so good as the way it felt when I scratched the words into the paper Beautiful. No drug ever got me so high Nothing ever makes as much sense as when my fingers caress the keyboard, catharsis I am different, I am an artist I become someone I have a voice I can make you feel what I feel I can make you ask the questions I wonder You are my puppet What do I want you to take away, my puppet? It’s not about the power It’s desperation Please, someone see that I am hurting I never had a fair chance I need your sympathy, my puppet Now dance Please dance for me so I know that I matter Because I speak for the masses whose hearts have no home You must dance with me, my puppet We’ll dance together so we both know that we are never all alone