She lives in fear
Fear that she’ll be found out
She carefully constructs her mask
And continues being her own puppet

She makes sure not to shed a tear
Makes sure no one knows what she’s really about
Continuing with her secret task
Of being the master of strings she can’t snip

She can’t cut the strings
They control her every move
Even though it was she who put them there
She can’t find the strength to cut them

She hides everything
Everything that could give away the truth
She gives away nothing in her stare
She makes sure to keep it all hidden

For if they see how she really is
They would definitely leave
She would be left behind
Like all the times before

So she’ll continue to watch what she does
Even more complex the lies she will weave
She’ll bury the secrets she doesn’t want them to find
Secretly hoping someone will help her steady the scissors