"Dance our dance!" you laugh and tug, and i must comply. shackled in what you expect, you will not hear me cry. "dance our dance! sing our songs!" oblivious you chime. "follow us and mirror our steps!" "keep our chosen time!" Everything that you must do, will be written out for you There is no thought for you, no choice Do not pretend you have a voice. And what if we're a little rough? It's only just a toy. And the strings are sharp and strangling tight? It feels no pain or joy. You will do as you are told, you know it is your life we hold. And what if the wounds never quite heal? Everyone knows a puppet can't feel. probably the bloodiest thing i've ever drawn. does anyone else ever feel like this?