Puppet MasterI feel like a puppet,Puppet Master by ~1DragonKitty3
and I can't do anything to stop it.
Like someone's pulling my strings
making me do their own things.
When they're done
and finished their fun,
I get thrown in the corner,
like a small, lone mourner.
I hug my knees and cry out;
Thinking she'll come find me without a doubt.
It's like I'm waiting for my next queue.
"Mommy, Mommy, where are you?
Mommy please come find me, help me.
I don't want to be here. Please, Mommy, please."
And to my absolute horror;
The puppet master steps out of the corner.
Shinning with an angelic glow;
it hit me like one of the lowest blows.
There stood my mother.
Oh how I wished for another,
All the Things You Never KnewIt was your favorite thing to say. “We know everything about each other. Not just the good things, but even the bad ones. We have no secrets.” And the way your eyes lit up when you said it, how your arm would curl around my shoulders and squeeze me against you… I couldn’t say anything. I promised myself that I would when we were alone, but the moment always seemed wrong and eventually the fact that I still had secrets became a secret itself.All the Things You Never Knew by =Ambiguous-Catharsis
It turns out I wasn’t the only one.
I never told you about the crying or the cutting or the nights I spent awake staring at the bottle of pills. I was terrified it would b