The Puppet Master Poem by Evelyn Knight
The Puppet Master
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She is being controlled
Twisted, contorted, bent into someone else
A marrionette of a soul.
The beast is controling her
He attatched the strings
And smeared a mask of happiness on her face.
He uses her, puts on a show for no one but himself.
She can't take it anymore, she has to break free
But she can't.
The beast is gripping the strings to tight.
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