Puppet Play
My hands tied up as the hand begins to move me
The audience that cheers just won’t leave me be
The clapping sounds, cheering, craving for more
All that’s ahead of me is a closed door
The string that I’m bound to, unable to escape
I’m the butterfly stuck in a spider’s tape
Don’t call for me, I won’t answer
But of course, I have no choice, I’m a dancer
Enduring humiliation my entire life
Constantly being perforated by a knife
My life hanging on a fragile rope,
as I gripped onto a ray of hope
When the curtain draws and cheers are heard,
another exquisite play began to be recurred
I hastily tuck away my life-like eyes
Look here, the dolls legs begins to rise
The puppet play that you enjoyed so much,
is its purpose to degrade me and such?
I abhor you, but yet my heart beats,
just because you’re in one of those seats
Your eyes observes me while my heart leap
The darkness around me starts to creep
I only want to gain your attention,
while ignoring others admiration
Even though I am just a empty doll,
I ask you, do you love me at all?
I’m confused why I end up loving my torturer
Are you, perhaps, a sorcerer?