They are his puppets, his toys. How he controls their lives so easily. He moves; all his pawns follow, obeying his thoughts. They are marionettes; being dangled by the strings of fate. They dance to unheard music, a tune of fear, sadness, and death; never joy or life. Those concepts have been forgotten; for the puppet master controls them.
I am sorry for the fact I am not that good a writer, I try. But some advice would be nice. This post was just how I would personify some of my feelings when I feel like people try to control me and bend me. Thanks for atleast looking.