Puppet

Your pretty little puppet
Hanging from your strings
Trying desperately to hide
My pain and suffering unseen
I was just a little doll
You pretended you adored
But once my purpose had been served
I became the toy that you ignored
All the things I did for you
I guess you\'ll never know
All the times you hurt me
The tears I\'ll never show
I tried so hard to be perfect
I tried so hard to please you
I\'d let you walk all over me
There was nothing I wouldn\'t do
I was only a child
Who didn\'t want to see
Who didn\'t want to admit
What I knew you were doing to me
I point blank denied
That I was being used
But it f*(king hurt!
The physical and mental abuse
Mental hurt the worst
The way you f*(ked with my head
You made me think that I was loved
Then made me wish that i was dead
I tried to shut it out
I just didn\'t want to believe
What you were really doing
Cause I was scared you'd leave
Leave me all alone
Leave me with my pain
Leave me with myself
Driving me insane
You don\'t know how much it hurt
All the things you said
I\'d have gladly taken
A blow from your hand instead
I finally admitted
What was really happening
I finally took a knife
And cut me from your strings
Now outside I am cold
But inside I\'m confused
Do you really love me?
Or again am I being used?
Is it all just a game?
A game you like to play?
Are you going to abandon me?
Or are you here to stay?
It appears that I have won
But to myself I must admit
A part of me is still the little girl
That was just your pretty puppet

I was thinking mostly of my parents when I wrote this but parts of it remind me of alot of other people.