Play with me,
Work my puppet strings well.
Don’t try so hard,
The audience can’t tell.
Do what you please,
Pain me, make me feel,
Don’t worry about it,
You know I’m not real.
How does it feel to be in control?
Has my previous stubbornness paid any toll?
Can I smile for you?
Act a while for you?
I’ll pretend not to care,
Now clip my strings,
And watch them all stare.



 
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