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The Puppet!

The Puppet

When I first met you I liked you,
I almost admired you,
You seemed so nice, so intelligent.
We became friends
but soon enough you became a marvel to me
You blew hot then you blew cold
One minute you were nice, the next you were nasty.
I chalked it down to your cycle
but it was more than hormones.
I wondered if you had bipolar disorder
but even that couldn't account for it.
I began to suspect schizophrenia
for you definitely had multiple personalities.
Then I looked at your back and saw the strings.
What? A puppet?
Who then is your puppet master?
Definitely a man of great wisdom and expertise.
Alas, it is a child.
A child?
No wonder you were consistently inconsistent
You are at the whims and caprices of a child
Unfortunate, yes it is, but then its your life.
No! its not your life
You don't have a life
You are just a puppet.

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