Master Puppeteer (Poem)

Master Puppeteer

I dance and sing
on silver string.
I laugh and cry
with no reason why.
I sit and stand
on your demand.

Master Puppeteer,
I bow to you
with all the gentle rage
and love of youth.
But, I wish you had
spoke the truth.

I grovel and crawl
with no thought at all.
I adore and praise
in a desperate haze.
I act the pet
with no regret.

Master Puppeteer,
I bow to you
with all the gentle rage
and love of youth.
But, I wish you had
spoke the truth.
Master Puppeteer,
I do not pout.
You tell me not to ask
and not to doubt,
yet from these strings
you will not let me out.