Puppet Master Poem by Camille Carpentier

She's a puppet on strings
Forever waiting for the master's touch
She makes him feel like a king
Still hoping for his love so much

Being forced to do his bidding
He winds her threads forever tighter
Her beating heart keeps skipping
Fearing he may set her on fire with a cigarette lighter

She sees the light when he wants to
Hidden and locked up in the closet
Thinking: I hope this isn't the real you
But knowing she'll never see the sunset

She's feels grounded like the tree
Who gave the wood to set her free

But paint starts to fade like her dreams of being a real girl
Strings start to ravel and her hair loses it's curls
She doesn't feel pretty anymore
Pleasing him now is nothing but a chore

She knows she'll be forever his marionette
Her only escape is waiting for the day
Until she's broken, tangled up and thrown away