Dictator of my life
Critic of my dreams
He controls me like a puppet on strings
He is the judge
He is the jury
He is the prosecutor
Binds my arms in iron
Tied down by ropes of fears
I cannot move
My boss, my nightmare
I follow his command
But my service is not good enough
I am not good enough
He yells, he screams
My hands tremble
My knees shake
I stand silent
He's violent and he's mean
Scars are left all over me
My master, I do his bidding
But I am still not enough
A mere tool in his set
Waste of time
Waste of space
Worthless
So I beg and I plead
Please just leave me be
Oh Puppetmaster, controlling me
Set me free