Hailey Flores, writer

To those who saw me

They would call me Marionette

For I was a puppet

Your puppet

To be in control

To be told what to do

To follow your rules

Strings that hold me in place

But not anymore

No more strings attached

I am no longer in your control

You don’t hold me in the dark no more

I now dance for myself

Yes I am a puppet

A puppet that is free to do what she wants