You grew fond of me and decided
I was ~just right~ for the part.
But my wide-eyed gaze & animated youth
Was uninformed I was being casted.
You held my strings so loosely at first-
Gently allowing me to spin for you
In my favorite skirt and flower top
But you slowly wrapped the strings
Tighter around your fingers
Giving me a warm, innocent grin-
To distract me from the scene at hand.
You maintained control so well-
The true art of the puppet master.
But I will not be attending the final showing.
Thank you for the preview though.
~Let the casting begin~
