We live behind curtains in puppet shows,
And we are characters, marionettes;
Laughing faces you always see and know,
But our hearts- forever dismal and wrecked.
Controlled by strings, we are falsely portrayed-
You only see us dance and play all day;
When the curtain shuts and the spotlight fades,
Our tears fall, and we cry the night away.
I can’t move; escape is not an option
But I am forever stuck where I stand;
The audience sits still, plagued by caution
Silenced in chairs, they don’t offer a hand.
Shows go on; we find a way to survive
Cut the strings, we can escape from our lives.