Dangling from the sky

with a painted smile I

with no consent of mine

walk around as if all is fine.

Intricately orchestrated

I am emancipated

from all control

as hands from above

guide my every move

simply just to prove

that I am their slave.

Of the indignity I can rave

and passionately rage

but still this cage

of my physical being

forces me on

for I am just a pawn

who does what he must

because it is just

Despite my selfish lust

for freedom.

Because I am a good puppet

who follows moral law

and the broken thing I saw

in the mirror

sheds not a tear

for its painted joy

must hold strong

because to disobey is wrong.

Faithfully I follow

for I am a hollow

marionette

who the hands finally set

from the prison of life, free.

The hands abandon me

and threads become a noose

that do now induce

the truth that death is the only freedom.

Choking in the darkness

nobody will miss

the puppet while

time chips away my painted smile

to reveal the blank face behind it.

For I am devoid of a soul

when there is no one to pull

my threads