Master to Puppet

You've dug your grave with all the lies and those false 'warm-hearted' moments, with your stingy attitude perfumed underneath.

Theirs no going back, no starting over, no reset button, nor turning over new leafs.

The way you dance around peoples minds and feelings as if their wasn't any awareness of you there.

In your world you pull the strings and direct us where to go, tell us what to do, cover us with lies, layer after layer.

You don't care for me or them, just yourself, you use us and keep us for your wants and needs.

You the Master, We the Puppets, you command, and we follow your evil and twisted deeds.

But we got wise, we stood against you, realized you were nothing, so we made you kneel, cry, and plead!

Made you fear, shake, and cower beneath are quaking feet!

We now are Masters and You now the Puppet.

~Im not to sure about this poem, I don't think I like it that much~