The puppeteer

A man with a smile walks down the street,

Envied by many, loved by few.

He greets his friends, he looks his best,

And his life seems perfect.

The doors close, the blinds fold,

And the man falls, falls to the floor.

In his perfect world he is but a shadow,

A mind hidden by a puppet on strings.

He is something he cannot be,

So he plays the part of a perfect being.

The strings snap, the puppet falls

As the truth is finally free.

The truth was told to a mind like his own,

Finally embraced by someone other than his own.

A man with a smile walks down the street,

Hated by many, loved by one.

So what is different here, dear reader?

Well you see, the man has found love,

Love of the eternal kind.

Author's Note

Any comments are appreciated.
Do ignore my grammar, English is not my mother tounge.