Puppet Strings and Silence

Sitting here in the darkness, shadows closing in,

A silent war within me, where do I begin?

The chains of all my secrets, heavy on my heart,

Puppet strings controlling, tearing me apart.

Abuser one was just a chuckle, grinning through the pain,

Whispers in the night hours softly driving me insane.

Abuser two wore a mask that I thought I could trust,

But masks can hide the darkness, and leave you in the dust.

A plea for help, I scream it loud,

In a crowded room, but lost in the crowd.

Can’t you see the scars beneath this frail disguise?

Oh, please, believe me when I say I’ve tried!

I’m not just a number, I’m tangled in the lies,

Every word I whisper fades in the highs.

Can’t you hear me calling? Try to break through,

In this world of silence, I’m reaching out to you.

Behind closed doors, the bruises don’t fade,

Every crack in my spirit is another mistake made.

My probation officer, where did you go?

Your vow to keep me safe, I barely even know.

Trading trust for power while I tremble inside,

My voice is like a ripple—will it turn the tide?

You care for paperwork, but can’t you see the truth?

These knives of memories buried deep in my youth.

I’m not just a number, I’m tangled in the lies,

Every word I whisper fades in the highs.

Can’t you hear me calling? Try to break through,

In this world of silence, I’m reaching out to you.

Take a step back, open your eyes,

Can’t you see I’m shattered, can’t you hear my cries?

I’m more than a case file, I’m spirit and soul,

I’ve been fighting this battle, trying to feel whole.

So I’ll scream to the darkness, let my voice ignite,

Through the strings of the puppet, I’ll find my own light.

Abuser one, two—they’ll never own me,

I’ll rise from the ashes, finally set free.