Puppet Life
Pull at the strings of my puppet life,
Wooden smile, no hint of strife,
Glassy eyes, unbeating heart,
Metal joints in a living art.
Paste on a stare that never sees true
Try to pretend that I don't love you.
Mechanical steps, frozen desire,
You can't sculpt the scars of a liar.
Make eyes blinks, lips form sound,
Numb legs move over forgotten ground.
I'm hiding myself from the love I can't face
Locking away all the shame and disgrace.
Forcing me on, threw away the key,
Losing myself within the puppet me.