A Puppet To The People

A puppet to the people
She was told who to love
Her friends not her choices
Her heart belonged to one

Like a marionette she stumbled
And was laughed at by the crowd
So quickly the puppeteers corrected their mistakes
As the laughter slowly died down

How to set herself free
With so many sets of strings
As soon as one was broken
With 10 more it would bring

Then wonder bought her further
What would she possibly do?
Without the strings to show her
The way on which to go

The path she had always taken
Had never been her own
She had followed the paths of others
On the world which they had sown

To never leave an imprint
On this world was quite a task
But to her it seemed possible
To never lose her mask

Then one day came the storm
That broke off all but one string
And left her slowly wandering
To see what life would bring

But without her strings she was nothing
For she’d never learnt to think
And on on she wandered
Till finally she found the brink

For she had searched for a place
And a certain day
And as the last string broke
She silently slipped away