MISUNDERSTOOD PUPPET

The cold bites at my skin i ignore it i feel like hot icy flames are coursing through my veins as i run anger filling my core i seem like such a bore because i'm just a puppet and you pull my strings so i have to obey no matter the order i'm simply a stringed marionette for you to play with is that it? I'm not special or different like i want to be im another face in the crowd you won't remember because i appear to be such a normal person which isn't true i'm just a puppet on a string a puppet who's misunderstood and i shall sit here collecting dust till the day comes where i can break free from your strings and be myself.