Puppet Show

(Ha-ha… isn’t it funny?)

You pull me by my hair, say you care—

but leave me bare,

Twist me into something pretty

Just to watch me tear.

Twisted all my limbs for you,

Two in knots, the rest in loops,

You dress me up in pain and ribbons—

A puppet dancing in your truth.

I smile wide for your applause,

While my bones break behind the gauze,

You call it love, but it feels like war,

A showroom heart you can’t restore.

Why is it so hard to see? (Why?)

If I bleed, would you believe me?

Just like you—fragile, fake,

Doll-like skin you love to break…

Show and twist—I’m on display

For all you monsters to parade

You buy my pain, consume my grace,

And spit me out with no disgrace

Bones are crushing, blood runs dry

You love me more when I comply

It’s all a game, a stage, a lie—

But I still dance, though I wanna die.

Caught me like a cold you crave,

Left me screaming in a velvet cage.

I’m bruising just to earn your praise,

But love like this just doesn’t age.

Say I’m art, but only sell

When I break, when I rebel.

Stretching worth to fit your mold—

A mannequin with soul gone cold.

You beg for more—then leave me sore

Click the pic and shut the door.

Product made for your delight

But I’m the one who dies each night.

(Why can’t you fucking hear me?)

Show and twist, break and sell

Built me just to drag through hell

Pull the strings, you call it love—

But every touch is not enough.

Bones are snapping, hearts are numb

My silence louder than your drum

You’ll never know what lies beneath

The mask you made for me to keep…

I’m done, I’m done—no more backbends,

No more laughing at the end.

A product, a puppet, a porcelain scream

Twisted and cracked for someone else’s dream.