Strings

I’m tied to strings,

These strings pull my body,

They make me stand straight, 

Stand tall. 

 

I am tired,

I want to fall and crawl, 

I don’t want to walk

I don’t want to stand.

 

The strings pull

All to different directions 

Some beg me to stand 

Others to walk and run 

But a single string 

The strongest one 

Begs me to dance.

 

I’ve cut all the others 

They were too many

Too many orders 

Too many voices 

So many they’ve mixed. 

 

I promise that’s why 

I had to cut them 

I didn’t want to 

But they were hurting me 

They were too tight

The voices too loud. 

 

They left a mark 

A deep bright red mark 

It marked me to the bone 

It reminds me 

That’ll die if I go back 

It’s a warning 

That I’ll fail 

No matter how much I try 

No matter how much I cry 

I’ll never dance again.