Red Tape

I'm done with it.
I'll take your knife and cut my strings

And no longer will your puppet sing.
You say you made me
But simply, forbade me

From letting loose

And setting for the winds.

Of course, yourself, 

An abandoned child

Too little, too late
What a grand shame it must have been

To see, all you have striven to have seen
In you, but voila, here it is
The empty plate

The heavy crate
Too much for your small hands to bear

Well guess what: no-one cares.

You're about as useful as 

A box full of air.

(And about as substantial too)
And before, I wouldn't dare

To have told you the truth

But now, it's time you knew

People don't hesitate

To look down upon you

And the immediate image you create

Is genuinely something that I think they hate

A salivating soldier devoid of a mind

A segregated sigh, an android confined

To it's own little space in it's own little world

It can think this through, 

And as it sinks, I do too

But only to thrust the hurt deeper

And how it squeals like a little weeper

You cry for help

My arms wrapped around your neck

One long lasting embrace

One last kiss laid on your face.

Don't worry, you're not hard to replace.

Too much for your small mind to bear?

Go on, just keep on screaming into empty space.

You watched as I did the same

Your hand of God came crashing down

Next time you chose to throw a chair

You said I was a disgrace

And soon your vampire lips began to drown

As you and jealousy begun your affair

You scream into the empty space

Well guess what: no-one cares.