i'm a leaf being blown across the highway.
A rag doll being thrown to the side.
i'm controlled by my surroundings.
i',m dependent of what others have in mind,
because im the puppet, and they're the puppeteers.
I wish to cut the strings that controll me.
i wish to stop the wind that blows me every which way,
And prove to the child that doesn't see my worth that i am important.
i want to stand on my own two feet,
Live the life i choose,
And be the person i wish to be.
But the wind blows harder, no matter how hard i fight.
And the child ignores my pain,
even though i'm screaming
And my puppeteer reties the cut strings.
Once again i am nothing.
Nothing but object that has no meaning.