Strings

He carved me out of nothing.
He painted my emotions.
He personalized my voice box so that I said what he wanted and nothing more.
He dressed me in the clothes that he wanted to see.
He used his lies to make ropes,
Which he tied to each of my limbs.
He used the ropes to control my every move.
I was his puppet
And he was my puppet master.
I got too comfortable with him controlling me
And before I knew it
He cut my strings.