I am who I am with no strings attached
Yet I have strings coming from my back
And my handler does not want to let go

I am sometimes a hypocrite
I know that
But my handler convinces me of my false innocence
Puts me in an eternal trap

I have power that is grand
But it is all hard for me to understand
So I sit back and cry because I am bounded by invisible chains
Held down in the chair of thoughts
And the unnecessary feeling of helplessness takes over

My handler sits in MY THRONE
Yet has the nerve to throw stones at my temple
Hits me with words of rocks and mocks me like a court jester

"Poor me",I say
"Poor me", I cry
"Poor me", I wail
Then I stop....

I then open up my eyes and see a mirror where my handler once sat
I walk towards it slowly and cautiously, but seeing that it is me
I run with enthusiasm to the red velvet seat
and I plop my bottom on the chair
I grasp the chair arms and with a smile on my face
I put on my amethyst crown and smile face to face with my kingdom