by aloner A.k.a. C
When I was a kid, I didn't understand how friends worked.
Nor the concept.
When I entered first grade, we had a combination class.
Meaning there were first and second graders in one class.
There were two girls older than me who were friends,
at the time.
They had a fight
in result, they split.
I started to hang out with one of the girls.
She controlled me like a puppet.
She set ridiculous rules for me.
Never letting me leave her side.
She made me do ridiculous things.
Some of the things embarrassed me.
It was to a point
where it didn't feel like my actions anymore.
I was being controlled
like a puppet.
removed my strings from wood planks, untied the knots around my wrists, and cut the strings.
I was free.
they just took me
to make me into a puppet again.