Puppet Child

I hear them talking
about me.

I try to ignore it,
but I just can't.

So as I run to my room
and shut the door.

I cry my eyes out,
they don't notice,
they don't care.

She tells me I'm not right,
he doesn't say anything.

She says it's not traditional,
he, says nothing.

They give me no freedom,
no privacy,
I might as well just be a puppet.