All the things

I once wanted to know

are now strings

that won't let me go.

They make me feel like a puppet,

but one without a puppeteer.

I fear I won't get rid of it

until I get the hell out of here.

All the things I once wanted to ask

are now questions I just want to forget.

Before, I wanted you to take off your mask,

now I just wish we had never met.

I'm so tired of trying

to understand everyone

when they keep hiding

all the thoughts that came and all to come.

I know I turn on my whinning like a faucet,

but how can i feel otherwise, anyday,
If I'm still locked in my closet

without a puppeteer to play?