"Marionette"

Twenty twelve, I was twenty, stuck in a shell,

Felt like a toy on a string, in someone else's hell.

One hand wrapped in comfort, blind to the world,

The other ruled by silence, where love was never heard.

One built a bubble so I'd never break,

The other gave rules that made my heart ache.

No hugs, no freedom, no voice to scream,

Just a puppet on threads, lost in someone else's dream.

They said it was love, but it felt like a trap,

Between soft control and a cold-hand slap.

No escape, no door, just walls so high,

But I still whispered, “Maybe one day I’ll fly…”

Cut the strings, break the code,

This isn’t the life that I chose.

Living between silence and threats,

Tired of being their marionette.

I wanna feel, I wanna breathe,

Be more than what they want from me.

I need to fight, I need to be,

Not just a doll on someone’s screen.

MySpace days, chasing likes and views,

Opening doors I didn’t choose.

Facebook, Snap, Vine and more,

Each app a drug I couldn’t ignore.

Games like IMVU crossed the line,

Living fake lives that felt like mine.

Avatar girl with a secret face,

Till the truth came out in a public place.

Exposed, ashamed, a digital lie,

Gave away my avatars, said goodbye.

Tried to rise on YouTube's stage,

But the world just laughed, filled with rage.

Reported, rejected, I walked away,

Deleted the noise for my own sake.

Cut the strings, break the code,

This isn’t the life that I chose.

Living between silence and threats,

Tired of being their marionette.

I wanna feel, I wanna breathe,

Be more than what they want from me.

I need to fight, I need to be,

Not just a doll on someone’s screen.

Music used to own my soul,

Latino, K-pop, made me whole.

With headphones on, I wasn’t me,

I was fierce, alive, finally free.

But even that became too loud,

A storm inside, too lost, too proud.

So now I choose a different sound,

Where healing and hope are finally found.

Anti-social media, not anti-social me,

I just want space where I can breathe.

Not the likes, not the trend,

But real love that won’t pretend.

I’m not your project, not your game,

Not here to live inside your frame.

I see the dark behind the lens,

Now I fight for who I am.

Cut the strings, burn the script,

This story’s mine, no counterfeit.

No more silence, no regrets,

I’m done being your marionette.

I found my voice, I found my fight,

I walk in truth, I walk in light.

I’m not your doll, I’m breaking free—

This time, I’m finally me.