The Puppet Master

I'm tired and afraid
of this Puppet Master,
There's nothing I can do
He spins me round, faster and faster,

He makes me jump
on his command,
I play his game
For him, he does demand,

I started out an equal
We did the dance of two,
Somehow he got into my head
and changed my thoughts and view,

He made me mean and nasty
A place I never went,
I started hating everyone
The strings he pulls intent,

For he commands the things I do
and the people that I love,
He manages to separate
and keep me way above,

I'm losing grip on my demise
I don't know where to turn,
His brutal implications now
are causing me to yearn,

For I hate this man who loves me less
His control I cannot fight,
For fear that he will break me
My escape I will lose sight,

I will try to love him hard at best
For this could be disaster,
But cutting all the strings he holds
Will free me from the Puppet Master