To whom it may concern

To whom it may concern
Who the hell are you anyway
A faceless, nameless, self absorbed ego
Over stuffed and ripping at the steams of a pin stripe

Pulling the strings like a sadistic puppeteer
Controlling actions, predetermined outcomes
Molding the masses to indulge a craving to torment
Making me dance to the tune of a warped tuneless fiddle

I tire of this way of life
I was born free, a life meant to be lived freely
I will cut the ties, ended your reign
Breaking free of restraints and restrictions

To whom it may concern
Never cared much for you anyway
I am who I am meant to be
A puppet of yours no longer