I feel alone and so afraid,
no one to hold my hand.
I need to travel life's path alone
make my own choices,
decisions
find my own way
What if I make the wrong turn?
You always choose,
decide the way for me.
That's not my path
it's yours.
Who am I then?
Someone with no choices, decisions
or direction of their own;
a human puppet,
a female Pinocchio
who dangles from your strings.
I want to be a real woman
with my own mind
who makes her own evaluations,
choices and creates her own life.
Judy Meibach
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-puppet-woman/
