I have a puppeteer,
It tugs on my strings.
It has a name, but I hate to say it.
It controls me in the background,
making my every move whispering bad things and lies into my ear
I hate my puppeteer,
It uses me for entertainment.
People just see me,
The Puppet
Not the thing controlling me.
The thing is though
I'm not the only one it controls millions of people in the USA alone are also controlled by my puppeteer.
We all hate it
We all want to break free
And some of us do
My puppeteer has a name.
Depression.