Look at you
You hooded thing.
Hiding your face with a mask that betrays more
Than your true identity ever could.
What are you, little one?
You slip so easily into the shadows,
As if you're one yourself.
Silent and cautious,
No one really recognizes you
For what you are.
Oh yes, you tell them.
You show them distorted images
And broken sentences
Baring your soul to anyone who will listen.
Anyone who will look.
But they don't see you.
As hard as you try,
As much as you scream at them,
They never see you for you.
You dance around the fringes of their world,
So much a part of it,
And yet you're a complete stranger as well.
Spreading your hands
You delicately pluck the spider's thread
Beckoning them towards the path best followed.
You lead them all over the place,
Yet you never come close to them
Unless they become blind to your guidance
And forget your existence.
Then you have to reveal yourself
As you always do.
You show the puppets their master,
And they recoil in fright.
Yet at the same time,
They are intrigued.
Because they would be lost without you.
Yet, they never realize
How much of an influence you are.
You aren't bothered by it.
Let them play their game
Pretending to know everything
While they have blindfolds covering their eyes.
It amuses you as much as it frightens you
Doesn't it, little one?