Stuck in a place, a cage of my mind,  
Where shadows of demons are tangled, entwined.  
The whispers surround me, their echoes so near,  
From those I once loved, now fueling my fear.  

Do this, do that, the demands never cease,  
Pulling at strings, stealing my peace.  
I dance on their whims, lost in the sound,  
A puppet, a marionette, tied to the ground.  

The world is a stage, and I’m cast in the play,  
A pawn in a game, where I’ve lost my own way.  
The showmen all laugh, the puppeteers smile,  
While I stumble and twist, caught in their trial.  

But beneath all these strings, there’s a voice yet untold,  
A flicker of freedom, a fire that’s bold.  
I long to break free, to stand tall and see,  
That this puppet’s own soul can still be set free.