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