The Puppet

You pull my strings,
Expect to dance,
How can this,
Be called romance?
A guided toy,
Who's there to serve,
A mindless pet?
You have some nerve!
Your wicked games,
I'm forced to play,
Decide my fate,
To go or stay.
The puppeteer,
Once rolls reversed,
Destroyed her strings,
Her future cursed.
To treat the next,
With such contempt,
Her love was lies,
Untrue and dreamt.
Can I be freed?
My life a knot.
To feel such pain,
She had forgot.
And now full circle,
Games undone.
I'll run away,
In need of fun.
She'll be so lost,
Adrift at sea,
And wont forget,
Toy cruelty.