stephanie leduc mitchell


The Puppeteer

You were like the puppeteer pulling on my strings,
Lying to me, deceiving me about every little thing,
I was at your feet waiting for every beckoning call,
Not a word slipped from your lips as you watched me fall.

You strung me along until I’d had enough,
All of a sudden your were no longer as burly as I thought, not all that tough.
I voiced my opinion and told you more than you should know,
You put on this immature façade, god forbid you left your true colors show.

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