The puppets don't know They're getting played like a fiddle They think they are The kings & queens And take pride in the roles they portray But to the spectators, They're just mere court jesters; An entertainment to the crowd, Pulled by the strings Of the hidden, talented puppet master
What if I say I hate the person I've become? What if I feel I've done injustice to my past selves? What if I look back in time And regret the fights I didn't take up? What if I am Indeed the worser version of myself?
Is it love Or is it me craving love? Do I like him Or do I like the attention? Is it meant to be Or am I making it to be? When I catch myself smiling at his texts Am in love Or am I in love with his words? When I feel his laughter ring in my ears Am I happy Or am I just tryna be?
I try not to bother But then I'm a loner They say I'm not good enough; Say I prefer being by myself Ungrateful! But what I should be grateful for? I don't know.. A chance? A chance I didn't ask for.. I try Try to be what everyone wants me to be Yet, I fall; I fail And amidst all this, I ask myself everyday What am I doing wrong?