Motionless they sit,
Collecting dust on the shelf.
Completely inanimate,
An honest reflection of oneself.
I grab hold of the string,
No audience, no stage.
Now controlling this thing,
With my uncontrolled rage.
I give it a tug,
I crave the control.
Enacting a shrug,
I tug and I pull.
I've given it life,
I can take it away.
In spite of my strife,
It's now back on display.

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.

I fell for a madman, a lunatic, a clown
Knowing this all I can do is frown
For so many years I took his abuse
Him hunting a man who hides as Bruce

This cakey clown makeup will cover the bruise
A temporary reminder not to give him bad news
He threw me out the window, it’s not the first time
It’s all my fault, I got in the way of his crime

One thing I needed to remember, he’s the star of the show
It’s him and Batman, him and his foe
I was just a puppet, a means to an end
Maybe that why I met Ivy, I just needed a friend

I was charged to mend and fix his head
But it was him who got inside mine instead
My ambition clouded my judgment, all could see
He saw this flaw and decided to overtake me

I became his Harlequin, or at least I guess I was meant too
The issue is I thought for myself and didn’t share his worldview
He lured me in with sadness and my pity
He told me we would in the future rule Gotham city

I believed him, I changed into a red and black lackey
He said he just wanted to bring smiles and make himself happy
Mad love, it’s what the sirens called it
I guess they were right; how did I not take a hint?

But he never loved me, that much to me is now obvious
He hit, punched and dragged me, how was I so oblivious?
I was just a pawn in his mad Puppet play
I guess the joke was on me, isn’t that right Mr. J?

Poor, sweet boy.
Tell me why you’re sad

He replied:
Blind, naive girl.

You just don’t get it
The pain i carry is heavy, it’s hard to admit it
Baby, it’s past the point of pills and talking things out.
The darkness that ate my soul is causing a drought

For no tears are shed, in fact I’m incapable of the act.
My emotions are vacant, it’s the ultimate hack.
The shackles of my depression are tight and unforgiving.
So much so that I give up on living.

I am dead inside, but my heart is still beating.
Every day feels the same and I’m just tired of repeating.

Your love is strong, but not strong enough.
It’s like puppet strings that help hold me up.

It’s better in the long run if you cut my puppet down. It’s better for you to let me go while I continue to drown.

the puppet man
the puppet man

pulls on the prompting
strings
he makes good use of the
things
them dolls answering to his
rings
how well he handles the
strings

the puppet man
the puppet man

oh yeah he's got a tight
*****
influencing what the dolls do on his
pew
all of them dancing along in
review
ever he'll call with the strong
*****

the puppet man
the puppet man

manipulating the dolls every which
way
he has them co-opted by his
sway
coercive the show's tugging
display
so he'll obtain his own
way

the puppet man
the puppet man

a
stellar
hotshot
all
the
dolls
working
for
his
spot