The puppet on strings

A Poem by Risuzee

I'm not doing anything for my convenience now. Everything I'm doing is for the satisfaction of others. Like a puppet on strings all my actions aren't me anymore. I am being controlled by people I have no control over. The stress I put on myself, as well as the unrealistic expectations I place on myself, are no longer because I choose to put myself in that position, but rather because everyone around me expects me to ruin myself. The definitions people are labeling me are false, simply because nobody realized that I am all an act. I have received a script and the curtains have opened up; and I can't disappoint everyone who has shown up, so like the obedient actor everyone expects me to be, I precisely recite the lines I was handed.