Strings around my wrists,
I do as I am told.
I do not act out,
For that would be too bold.
I smile and I behave,
I say “Yes Ma’am”
I smile through the pain.
I sit up straight
I stand up proper
The words I speak are not my own.
I sing.
I dance.
I am only here to please,
No matter the pain I feel.
I do not have a mind of my own.
I am the puppet.