Puppet on a string

this is about changing soo much for someone that you no longer recognize yourself

                 Puppet on a string

I can't quite  fathom,
When it happened,so silently,
That it caught me unaware,
You changed me,moulded me ,
Into someone that was acceptable to you.

 

And I, like the perfect marionnette,
Yielded myself to you,
Relinquishing my soul,
Show me your mastery ,tug at my string,
I bend to your will like the veriest coward.

 

When did your will meld into mine?
When did you become the master and I but a slave?
Don't you feel its crowded,
Here inside my head?this was'nt  what I expected,
When i gave you my heart.

 

This could never pass for love,
So why am I silent, why can't I speak?
Where is the gumption I was so proud of?
Where is that person who was brave?
And unafraid,who knew who she was?

I lost my direction when I handed you my strings,
And became submissive to your every demand,
I became a prisoner of my own design,
When I let you be you and let you rule me,
And faded into the shadows afraid of the light.

                           by
           vidya

Author's Note

I welcome your words of wisdom

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the analogy alot about being a puppet on strings and how we are toyed with like that. I felt some powerplay too in this one. A will testing kind of saying...Bravo

[Vidya Bacchus]

thank you sami as always for you kind words.I am always surprised for some reason when people like my work.

[Sami Khalil]

I understand...You are welcome...:)..................