Puppets Wrists

I am the puppet
You are my master
It is you who shall lead me
Into disaster
My strings like a noose
Thin as a thread
Your laughter echos
Again in my head
You tug at the strings
Cutting my wrist
And put your spell on me
The first time we kissed
Pull your puppet
Side to side
Make it dance
Unable to hide
I feel every tug
Follow every pull
As you conduct my limp body
Sitting on your little stool
Hidden by the red curtain
I do not see
The man or woman, evil human or beast
Who has been controlling me