A puppeteer inside me
A monkey perched on high holds onto my strings,Guiding my every move as if invisible strings connect us.When he sways and dances, I find myself in sync,His laughter dictates mine as if our hearts were linked. I am merely a puppet, subject to his every whim,Unsure if I should feel joy or if the light within me dims.From my eyes to my soul, he seems to hold complete sway,Molding my emotions, dictating my night and…