Society knows not

Of the strings

That tie me to my past

The strings I cannot escape

And thusforth

They do not understand

That moving forward

Is not only a struggle, but nearly impossible

And yet

I deal with the hatred

The resentment

They feel for me

And I feel empathetic towards society

Because they do not realize

That strings lead from their bodies as well

We are all puppets

In the game of life.