Puppet

In a crowded room, I'm always the outcast. 
I'm surrounded by people I do not know. 
They seem to get closer as I try to push my way through them. 
That's what I can finally understand
As I stand at the end of the tunnel of humans
I see you, it's always been you
Isn't it funny? 
How even now, I still try To manage to be good enough for you
Still, you push me back into the abyss of nothingness 
Again, I try to fight my way back to the top for you
As I get shoved to the bottom, again, and again
I'll beg, not to be in this line of torture
No I do not want to be this thing anymore 
I want to live, I do not want to be good enough for you
That's the thing though, puppets can't ever get a say in things like this
Well shove me into a wood chipper
Rip me from my pride, my hope, my faith in life
If all I can ever do is try to be good enough for you
Than I do not want to be attached to these strings 
And sadly, you do not get a say once these strings have been cut free