Society knows not
Of the strings
That tie me to my past
The strings I cannot escape
And thusforth
They do not understand
That moving forward
Is not only a struggle, but nearly impossible
And yet
I deal with the hatred
The resentment
They feel for me
And I feel empathetic towards society
Because they do not realize
That strings lead from their bodies as well
We are all puppets
In the game of life.