A puppet on strings

 I feel so powerless against your demands

Like a puppet on strings

You pull and I raise both hands

Your voice holds such power

Installing so much fear and force 

Your screams only get louder and louder

And my lonely voice runs coarse. 

You both terrify me and appeal

How can I explain?

I hate you but I can’t live without you

I attempt to refrain 

From being your puppet, your willing servant

Because it makes others sad when you take over the real Fiona, make her redundant

And because deep down I know that

You only cause me pain

That you have stolen my life and caused such disdain. 

And yet here you still are pulling the strings

And here I still am, obeying like a dog on a leash

And I’m exhausted of this and I’m exhausted of fighting you

I’m exhausted of the illness and 

I want out of the battle now.