I am a mere puppet
A meagre tool to be controlled
To achieve what they covet
I must do as I told

I am a wounded bird
The wings that I am proud of
Forcefully ripped by their words
Broken by their abusive love

I am an innocent prisoner*
Heavily chained, both my hands and feet
Dripping bloods of red, you get the picture
Can’t escape, trapped by their deceit

My brain is so full of ideas,
And they bounce around day and night.
And until I put them on paper,
They march back and forth
Left ...
                                                               Right...
*Left.