The Puppeteer.

So, you're pulling at the strings that move my hands and feet,
You make my body dance and sing, pretending all is sweet.
You move my hands away, away, from what my heart desires,
And tell me that you simply care; You'll save me from the liars.
You tell me I should help myself by following my heart,
Then smother me with how and why my world will fall apart.
You softly paint a broken smile, to ease your guilty eyes,
And tell me that I'm beautiful so I believe your lies.
You dress me in your history, you think you're looking down,
But this is only in your mind, just like your regal crown.
Nobody questions your mistakes, well, you don't think they do,
But they aren't as blind as they may seem, they will decipher you.
Your eyes, they glisten secrets, as you cast away the blame,
So, it never has been you my dear? You fight to clear your name.
You eyeball me, you follow me and snigger at my life,
Whilst all the time convincing them there's no blood on your knife.
But the truth is that it's dripping, it's diffusing in your soul,
It's saturating all you are, the honesty you stole.
And if you cannot see this, if your eyes they cannot see,
Then open up your ears please, and just listen to me.