Writing Puppet

[Bio]

I felt like making a poem, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it, because it's one of my better ones. I'd like it if someone could please critique this poem.
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[u]Puppet[/u]

Who is to say what is there is true,
And its flesh isn't only a shell?

Who is to say what is and is not,
And that I am who they want me to be?

Who has the right to say what I am,
What if I wish to be something else?

If what's there is true,
And I'm not just a dream,
Then why does this truth seem a lie?

If things are like this,
As you tell me they are,
Then am I just a puppet to you?

No, the sweet blowing wind is more than a dream,
And I shall take this no more

I'm no puppet for you,
I won't dance on your strings,
And I won't believe the lies that you tell[/COLOR][/size]