Puppet

I’m but a puppet in your hand,
This path, this pain I chose, I stand.
You paint my smile, you call my tears,
You bloom my heart, then wilt it with fears.

I hoped for mercy, prayed for grace
Though you made no promises in the first place.
You play so rough, you drag me through fire,
Yet still, I burn with the same desire.

How long must I bear this endless ache?
When will you mend what you let break?
Heal me, don’t let the wound just scab,
It bleeds, it seals, then splits to stab.

End it now. bring me home to you,
No more distractions, nothing feels true.
I’m holding on, alone, barely whole
Let me collapse into you, and console.

Let this tragedy reach its close
Let me rest in the home I know.