The voiceless have spoken!
I'm the trick that tricks and fools you many times, with you believing it every time.
Your pathetic self wonders if you’re blinded, or if your vision is just blocked.
I'm the cloth blocking your vision. The one you’re warned about from people but you didn't listen. I'm the prison you locked yourself into willingly and gave me the keys. The prison that you can't see the bars of. A prison that imprisoned your mind and won't let it go. Actually you would never like to get out of. You're simply a menial not allowed to have any opinion or thought. If you ever think that you have one, it’s simply mine injected inside your brainless head.
I really love doing that to you, how you follow the red dot on the floor like a cat. Whenever you think of scratching my feet, remember that you’re clawless and clueless.
Still don’t know who I am? I am the strings controlling your life silly puppet. I am the strength, weakness, and fear lying within you. I am the feelings. I am you.