My resolve is weakening

My strings becoming visible

You wish to be my puppeteer

As you wield shiny shears

You see me become feeble

You feel the power surge

As you tell me not to argue back

Liking nothing more than to see me fall

That's all you've wanted

To see me cry

To know you can still hurt me

Even though it pains you

I know the true reasons

You have strings, as well

Although, I no longer try to help

There is no hope for you

You want to pull my strings

Because you possess no control over your own

But sad news for you

Soon, you won't see my strings at all