The Distruction of the Puppet Master

no strings attached. lies and promises that dangle above me, a web so thick and tangled, knots upon knots upon knots of broken fragments of things that might've happened or might've been slightly exaggerated for dramatic effect. these things that hold me suspended, my feet desperately brushing the ground. trying to return to a semi truthful reality but they hold me hostage, a marionette in the grand scheme of bullshit. things so long ago forgotten still hold my head up and pull some strings to make the corners of my mouth face upwards.  these forgotten things still turn cogs in my head that drive just the right amount of blood to my checks for the perfect blush a girl like me should have. these lies and stories and illusions of a me I am not. it's time to break away from the puppet master.