Puppet

Im not mine,
Im somebody else's,
somebody else is making my choices;

How I dress,
How I eat,
How I walk,
How I breathe,
How I talk,
How I stand,
What I do,
Where I stand, 

Its not me whose making those choices,
its someone else,
Though sometimes I get liberty,
But I end up doing stupidity,

Why is it like this?
Why am I who I am?
Why is being you such a jam?

I don't love it,
being a muppet,
I wish I could stop being their puppet.

                                                                                                                                ~nya 

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