I was two beings, I admit
An outside and an in;
The puppet I proudly showed the world
And the Master who pulled the strings.
But the Puppet Master, clever girl
Concealed so none could see
Hid a truth of sadness or pain
With a face of sun and glee.
When I was down she pulled a string
Inside she hung her head.
Fooled them all with a dance of joy
When all that was true was dread.
She lived there, deep inside at work
They never saw a trace.
For every time I’d doubt my dread
She’d pull her strings with grace.