We stand tall and proud,
Screaming and shouting
“We run our own lives”.

Lives full of contradictions,
Less satisfaction,
Controlled by superstitions,
Run by unworthy decisions
In the name of only living once (YOLO)

We justify our actions
By stating everyone has a
Different character,
But are characters not
A bottle of emotions kept in
Someone and created by someone?
In order to separate that particular being
From other beings?

With all these features and characteristics,
We resemble marionette puppets,
With strings so light we can’t feel them
Move them or even see them.
With all the different voices we have
The ventriloquist handling us
Must be talented.