Puppet show

You had me dancing
I feel the strings on my arms
Right swing back
Left swing forward
A daily routine
You've been practicing
You're getting closer
Complete control in the midst
As I feel you tugging me forward
I see a blank face in the audience
Yet I feel its laughter
I am ashamed
But I still smile
With my cheeks painted red
You stitched it in place
I look up at you in the fly loft
Holding my strings
My life
Sneering in glee
And as I walk towards the wings
Ending the show
You try to pull me away
Tugging me back to the stage
But I resist
I bite the strings in panic
Twisting and flailing
Until they snap
One by one
My limbs become free
I breathe for the first time
Humanity in my grasp
As I walk out
I see another blank face
I try and frown
But all I can do is smile
It's still stiched in place
Your permanent stain on my soul
Although I can walk free
You still have control