For not being able to make my decision
For not being able to stand my ground
She asked, 'Are you a puppet?'
As she called me out

And I asked her,
'Aren't we all?'

'Aren't we the puppets of our past traumas?
Aren't we the puppets of our childhood scars?
Aren't we the puppets of our darkness that we subconsciously carry around?'

And when I saw that light,
I realized,
That all along
We were the puppets with the puppeteer as God.