marionette

I started out as a sad, lonely piece of wood.
No one wanted me, and for as long as I can remember I didnt want anyone either.
But then one day out of nowhere,
I met him.
He walked up to me like I wasn’t just some piece of wood.
He talked to me like I was something more, like I wasn’t just a plank.
Of course, I didn’t believe what he had to say,
But he assured me that what he had to say was the truth.
After a while of him saying all of things I had wished to hear I finally let him in.
He said we would stand side by side no matter what happened,
And that he liked me for who I was.
But that was a lie, and I didn’t realize it.
He started to change me, he shaved the best parts of me right off
And carved me to be a carbon copy of all his other little dolls.
But along the road he messed up, causing a brittle part of my bark to snap
I tried to get out of his grasp but before I knew it he had my limbs tied to strings
Still motionless after breaking I felt him lift my weight  
He started to slowly control my every move like the unholy puppet master that he was  
But at the cue of the very few words that tightened the strings around my wrist I let him take over
As he whispered that he loved me I watched the stage curtains open
Then he turned around and with a fake, scary smile he bellowed out
“let the puppet show begin”