Pull my strings
in every direction
and I follow your command.

I live in fear.
I hate to
cause a stir.
I just plaster a smile
onto my face,
the face you painted on me,
as you smother my beliefs
and replace them
with yours.

I am the sheep.
You are my shephered.

You guide me through the
realm of contradiction
and deceit.

You lead me to
the lagoon of lies
and I swallow.

I regurgitate
and feed the
lies
to all who listen.

When you die,
I shall die as well.
After all,
death comes
before dishonor.