stringed puppet.

if that's all i am, then what is my heart? what am i feeling when im happy? why would i ever really be sad? what if im not real at all, but just tugged at by the puppet master? and even if he lets some strings more loose, to give me some freedom in my movements... im still a puppet. here to do his wish? if he's got my strings then what satisfaction can i give him? who's to say i wont just be dropped, or slowly pulled up above the stage one day... what is the point of it all?