Puppet

Puppet

We are all just puppets
Tied with string
Our ankles and wrists, restrained as we bring,
Our souls to our masters, the ones who we serve
Unfortunate to think that’s all we deserve
Yet theres a few puppets, Different from the rest
We are labelled autistic 
They say we are second best
Our ankles and wrists are tied tighter than yours,
While you relax, we complete our chores
The masters they laugh, 
And look down on us all
Pit us against each other, 
And laugh as we fall
The puppets unlabelled do not see the harm
In tearing us down, for they laugh and wave their
arms
In the arena of the world, 
Where the puppet masters pull the strings,
A puppet that doesn’t fit in
Never really wins
It’s all well and good to call me autistic 
It’s a part of who I am, no one can change it
But when the other puppets, use it as a threat
Pit my autism against me, 
They should know what they will get
The fire of my willpower
The pain inside my heart
The waves that crash around me
Will become a work of art
For one day you will see,
That dear puppet, you and me
Are just the same
We are both restrained 
By our puppet masters hearts
One day we will all fight back
Not through the ways of a harsh attack,
But fighting for the things that matter
There will come a time we will all be happier
But to get there we need to work
Together as a team, despite the hurt
Despite the anger you hold for me
Despite that fact you ruined me
Despite the names we called each other
We must join hands to pull the lever
Grab the knife, this ends tonight
No longer our souls will we bring,
Because now is the time to cut the strings