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marionette
I use to be your marionette 
 Let you pull my strings to make me move 
 Let your action be my reactions 
 Followed your every motion 
 Did what you told me to without complaining
 I was not your prisoner 
 We we’re one.
  I am mobile
 
 The feeling of having someone to trust
 So fully was intoxicating
 Like a drug that kept me going.
 You held me up I was never left unsupported 
 Until the end when I would bow 
 The applause being my payment
 
 I let your fingers and hands play God
 You knew what you were doing 
 I was your beautiful toy
 Your main attraction 
 I preformed each pose to perfection 
 Not a tow was out of place
 Never a wrong step
 I could not possibly be disobedient
 You were too good at directing me
 Your will flowed through me like a purifying water.
  I am mobile
 
 Until the fateful day that you dropped me 
 Forgetting to pick up the strings 
 You left me crumpled on the wood floor 
 Dust swirling in dark circle in your absence 
 Unable to move for myself  
 I was trapped on lifeless twine
 My body limp without use
 Limbs bent at odd angles abandoned  
 Already missing your warmth 
 Without you I was motionless
  I am Immobile 
 
 When you left you took my soul with you
 And so in that dark room of the theater 
 I envisioned a new one
 Created blue prints in my head
 I lay there silent  
 By my insides were moving ever faster
 I was transforming
 Creating a identity completely my own 
 Nothing about it was you.
 I cut my bonds the ones that you once held 
 I no longer needed them
 I was no longer your prisoner 
 I had formed a new body.
 I am mobile
 
 I released myself from your costume 
 I no longer identified with it 
 There was no resemblance between us
 I carved away at the body that you made for me 
 Disgusted with what I realized use to be so fake
 I left, leaving behind all that reminded me of you
 Starting anew
 I became my own master  
  I was the one who profited from what I did 
 I controlled my body to perform the daces I never got to 
 Let the music of my own soul support my form
 I was free from the controlling life I use to have 
 I am  forever mobile

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