Strings

My arm goes up,

My leg goes down,

I'm turned around,

My hand slaps my face,

Now I walk,

Smiling when I'm sad,

Crying when I'm mad,

I kiss your lips,

When I want to bite,

I want you to feel this feeling,

This feeling of dread,

Eating at my mind,

Killing me inside,

It hurts when you smile,

Becasue you know what's going on,

It's your game,

Your rules,

And I'm just your puppet on string.