The Puppeteer

One for the family, one for the friend, one for the stranger and one for the world.
I think one thing, and say another. I am one thing but act another.
Some think Walls.
Walls are for children who are scared that the snow ball will hit,
for thieves to climb over and rob you of your precious,
for the arrogant youth to draw their thoughts on with bitter doubt.

This was never about the walls.
This is control.
I am antagonist, protagonist and narrator all woven into one.

I control the masks in my story.
I make them sing when i wish to be amused and cry when i want sadness to spread.
They are merely words, after all.
Words that are written, spoken or thought.
Words that are empty shells, much like the recipients they are intended for.
"What they do not know, can not hurt them"-

said I, for I am the weaver of tales,
the maker of masks
and the master of puppets.