Human Puppet

My hands are strapped
By Metal strings.
I am the puppet
Of the things.

Being a slave
To many idols,
I keep betraying,
Playing high roles.

I keep pretending
To be fine
Advancing my performance
In a lie.

My heart is trapped
In mental winds,
I am soul-father
To my sins.

When I am suffering
Or feeling pain -
I am not sure whether it's me
Or something that I am playing.

I even turned my heart
To beat in a certain way.
Pray, when you see me -
Help me get away.