On the stage stands a puppet that smiles frequently

With poise and impeccable posture

On the stage, she never neglects courtesy

Conscientious, preparing for the future

 

But behind the curtain

Crouches a troubled mind

Pulling at the strings, uncertain

And the audience is continuously unaware, and blind

 

Beyond the red veil of velvet

The puppet-master

Triple checks that locks are locked, alarms are set

Every action the slave of anxiety and fret

 

Her pillow swallows her sobs and her tears

She screams in her sleep

And the walls absorb the shrieks, the fears

Again and Again, and no one hears

 

But she cannot slash the strings

For the puppet would shatter

And who would want to meet

This distressed puppet master?