Puppet On Strings
Written April 2004.

What you want, what you
Desire I cannot be
Trapped within my fear
Which you cannot see

Holding back my torrents
You'll never know nor feel
Listening but not comprehending
Little puppet on strings

My hands tied behind my back
I dare not speak up
Hopful yet accepting
Resentful yet wanting

We claim to lay bare
All of our feelings
When hiding behind these
Many walls and shields

A mask always before
And yet always behind
Truth is the weakest
In this chain and cycle