Puppet.

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.

Someone came,

removed my strings from wood planks, untied the knots around my wrists, and cut the strings.

I was free.

Until

I realized

they just took me

to make me into a puppet again.