PuppetPosted: November 5, 2015
You saw me as a star with great potential,
You were fascinated, even intrigued.
You sculpted me in the image you like
And even venerated me like an altar.
You molded me to become like you
Your mirror in every step of the way.
All along you pulled the strings
And I followed as your minion.
You thought I was different
For I was your hope for a legacy.
So imagine the disappointment you felt
Upon learning that your creation was a mistake.
I guess that’s just the way I am built
Created to become perfectly imperfect.
I never disguised my scars from the start
But you refused to see the monster that was in front of you.
And that’s when I decided to end
The game I keep playing for you.
So that I can finally say
That I hate feeling this way
Yet it seems that it’s my fate.