I was happy and content in my own world,but they had to pull the wool over my eyes.
I did not see any rhyme or reason,justice or prejudice,
just those strings handled by them,reminding me,
that I was nothing but a puppet,
A puppet for life,for perpetuity,
with no way to escape,or get a hold of myself,
I could run as fast as I can,but they would surround me,
from each and every direction,
For which I could cry,because their wish was my command,
or laugh,like they wanted me to,
push myself over the edge,be insane,
Just like they had planned.
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