"THE BACKSTABBING, PUPPET ON A STRING"

Oh, I never thought

that pretty petite puppet

could stab me in the back

an innocent audience

fascinated by her one little show

Oh, she’s just a puppet

tied up on a string

with her master behind the screen

with his evil grin

and how he enjoyed the scene

Isn’t it strange?

How she had to threaten

me who is free

while someone else (thinks he) owns her body

The backstabbing,

puppet on his string

Where’s the mind of her own?

Has it been completely stolen?

Has she tasted toxic in his charm?

Has she too secretly been harmed?

She may think whatever she likes about me

Let him feed her brain with lies and deceit

I’m on my way to a safer show

despite my back feeling pained and hollow

I’ve thrown her knife out the door

I still don’t know how to kill her master

Her attachment to him has grown stronger

that for him, she’ll do whatever

I hope she’ll never miss this audience

I’ve enjoyed my one last little dance

One day her master will get tired of her,

unless she’s ready to sacrifice

everything she owns, including her life

R.