God (Inspired by)

I thought I was

pulling the strings

and in command of my life.

But this puppet controls me;

it manipulates me

like I am a voodoo doll.

He influences my actions;

he is master of all of

my movements.

He pricks me,

piercing through my skin

I stitch up the scars but...

the ones on my heart are permanent.

I am shadowed

by his calculating hands,

his fingers like needles.

When his show is over,

the curtain falls

on my lifeless body.

I play dead

in hopes he will

leave me alone.

He does because he

believes the trick worked

but I stand up and show him...

God was in charge the whole time.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by Dead Poetic's "In Coma"

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