When Will You Cut These String

When will you cut these strings?
I have done all of your things.
Been your puppet toy for hours,
The show of shows for all encounters.

I have given you my life my soul
And all you did was throw it in the hole.
Packed it up inside that trunk.
I was always your puppet runt.

The whole worlds a stage
As I am here on display.
Being Poke and prodded
I need something more solid.

The curtain closes dusty lights and all
Another act ends with the next curtain call.
Drum role please,
For this is my finial act

You will be in awe and amazed.
As I brake these strings.
And ruin the stage.

The Act will go on,
But not with me
For I am truly free
Because no one is the puppet master of me.

And then you will be the one
Hoping and praying that these stings will brake….