Puppet On A String! Poem by Emma Jane Rae

I am your puppet,
and you dangle me on a string,
you gather round crowds and audiences,
and give me a song to sing,
a melody so bitter sweet,
you make me dance,
on broken feet,
you get people to applaud my act,
I am your puppet,
it's a well known fact,
hy don't you allow,
me to show my real voice,
but this is how my life is,
i wasn't given a choice,
so go ahead,
and slap a smile on my face,
because of you,
my life has become a waste,
what am i doing,
this isn't who i want to be,
I want people,
to see the real me,
no longer am i your puppet,
you can't dangle me on your strings,
I will not let you open my mouth,
and give me songs to sing,
I am my own - no longer yours,
you can't make me dance,
with broken feet, on wooden floors,
I am no-ones puppet,
so i will cut the string,
and with my own voice,
I will learn to sing!