Ive got a million different personalities

So go on take your pick

Am I bubbly and girly?

Or a sad emo chick?

Am I blonde or brunette?

Are my eyes brown or blue?

I'm not bella poarch

The choice is up to you

I can be introverted if thats you like

Or maybe a social butterfly

I can be anything anything at all

So go on dont be shy

I am a puppet

You pull the strings

Dress me up

Do as you please

JU...

Strings.

Holding my smile up.

Keeping my laughter.

Making me seem fine.

Ha.

I haven’t been fine in a long time.

I smile.

I bet I seem happy.

Healthy.

But… nah.

If those strings broke…

Ha.

My sanity breaks.

Everything keeping me sane gone.

I’d probably just break completely.

Oh.

You have a question?

Who holds these strings.

Hmm.

I wish I knew.

Is it my family?

Is it my fri- no not friends.

I wou...

I’ve got a million different personalities

So go on just take your pick

Am I bubbly and girly

Or a sad emo chick

Just promise me you will be my best friend

Am I blonde or brunette?

Are my eyes green or blue?

I’m not Bella Poarch

The choice is up to you

Just promise me you will love me

I can be introverted if that’s what you want

Or maybe a social butterfly

I can be anything, anything ...

Out there, you control me.

Tug on these strings…

Yeah, make them all see.

Drag me across the stage.

Laugh when they’re around.

Scream and yell when they’re not.

Pull these strings over and over.

It’s really the only leverage you’ve got.

Sever a string or two.

Make me beg, you like that.

Get mad because I’m blue.

Staple my smile on tight.

Are you ready?

Here we go again!

Drag me out, show me of...

What am I doing?

I can feel a storm brewing

Why is it so hard to be alive?

Why do I want to cut with a knife?

Why can’t I reach out?

She fills me with doubt.

Why can’t I vent?

She makes me only talk about the present.

I want them to know my past

They won’t care if you don’t tell it fast

But there’s so much to tell!

No need to yell.

It hurts. I say that a lot.

It’s a reoccurring thought

But I can...

TW: Very Christian. No fire and brimstone tho. I promise. ✝️ - Prompt-esque

Won’t You stay

my hand again today?

Wrap me in Your strings,

bind my hands unto Your palms.

Shape my mouth to

sing Your Psalms.

I can’t live within the Way,

I can’t say the things You say.

Wouldn’t You tether my heart

to Your own?

Wouldn’t You connect me,

not of flesh or of bone?

I can’t live with all this pain.

...

I am but a marionette

floating and dangling

Perhaps I’m the ghost of Antoinnette

Limping hands strangling

I dance to a majorette

Strings of wire entangling

I am but a marionette....

A broken girl

In a broken world

What a shame

Always searching for someone to blame

Yet, who’s to blame

When all the noise is in your brain

Oh, a puppet under these stings

Your wish is my command

Tell me did you ever care to hold my hand

Hold me close

I guess not

It was always about control

Messed up in my mind

Longing to feed your appetite

Do you even notice

Do you even see me

I’m...

He'a a broken puppet,

Gullible, naïve,

Always too selfless,

Give, don't recieve.

Used then discarded,

Passed hand to hand,

Abuse in disguise,

But he doesn't understand.

Tossed in the closet,

Even if he's afraid,

A new owner mends him,

Then breaks him again.

Limbs ripped off, then

Glued back misaligned,

Wants to sob, but he's

Stitched into a smile....

“Come on.”

“You should be awake by now.”

“Were you given to much propofol?”

“Did you have enough ketamine? Should I have given you morphine instead?”

“Maybe it was too much rocuronium?”

“What other combinations of drugs could have been used?”

“What if I had used alfaxalone... a sedative first so you were already drowsy.”

“Darn, could I...