Strings

About that cold shoulder, I like to give you. To be completely honest, I’m shameless. I enjoy causing you pain. I watch with care, to see you squirm. Then I do it again! It really isn’t my fault.

See what you made me do? I put so much effort and time, into controlling you. Why does seeing you hurt give me such relief? Some call me narcissistic. some say “I relish in causing grief”. The truth is that when you hurt at my hand; there’s nothing better than my plan.

You’ve always been my puppet…and I? I pull the strings! I’m what makes you dance. I am what makes you sing. You are nothing without me. They wont even give you a second glance. You just don’t stand a chance. You! You! You! You, try to expose me.

You dare cut my strings? Only you are responsible now. For the pain this brings. And I? I will spin my tales of woe. I need the sympathy…to watch my popularity grow. I will take away all that love you thought you had.

Aren’t you pathetic? Oh yes, it’s all so very sad. Are you happy now? You see what you made me do? Quick! You better retie those strings…so they won’t hate you. It was never about you. you dumb fool! you were just too blind to see. I am the Puppet Master…and you; you belong to me…

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