Manipulate my every move. <br />I am under your control. <br />I do just as you make me do. <br />I'm there to play your role. <br /> <br />I am at your whim and beck and call. <br />Do with me what you may. <br />You make me do things I don't want to do. <br />But this is how you play. <br /> <br />The script is how you wrote it out. <br />You make me read my lines. <br />Your story it hurts me way too much. <br />But it's all by your design. <br /> <br />If I revolt, you pull your hand. <br />I fall onto the ground. <br />So I have to be who you want me to. <br />I dare not make a sound. <br /> <br />Then when you are all done with me, <br />Back in the box I go. <br />But I'm there for you each and every time. <br />You want to have a show. <br /> <br />For you, you are my puppeteer. <br />I'm in the palm of your hand. <br />Without you I am limp and lifeless. <br />For I have no legs to stand.<br /><br />Ryan Lee Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-puppeteer/
