Marionette

I am
         a shell,
                   a sheep,
         a girl,
lost in the pursuit of self discovery
           I am fluid thread,
strung along barbed wire fences
      I am a person tied to a needle
woven into quilts of docility,
            predicted rain
              falling ever so gently,
           familiar and replacable
forgotten in the aspects of a whole
       stuffed quietly into shadows
a whispered hush when inflections raise
                and I do
  I silence when you tell me to
and dance on command
        your little marionette girl,
    notes of a recorder sliding through your fingers
                    I drop
trickiling off the ends
       the beads of sweat after
exertion, expected, you expect me
        I am expectedly unstable