Puppet Master

You have me wrapped around your little finger. Well that is if you even have any fingers. You must have cast a spell on me or am I just that foolish. Having me believe in what you perceive as reality. I’m just a shell of the person I once was all because of the webs you wove. Filling my head to make me your puppet. Now I walk through a black and white life. Caring more about strangers than I do for my self. The words you spew I would never say to anyone aloud, not even my worst enemy. You have no conscience that is obvious. Because if you did you wouldn’t be in there every day spreading your poison. Problem with you is I don’t know how to get you out. Does this mean in my head your voice will live with me to the end.