I have a feeling deep in my heart. I fee like everyone is using me, it's tearing me apart. Everyone only wants me for my items, my money, my service. All this is making me nervous. I can't fight this feeling anymore. I'm going to kill you all with my faithful claymore. Everyone calls me the shooting star because I get shot down so much in life. But just like a shooting star I'll rip through the night until these strings are cut, ridding me of strife. But until that moment I am still a puppet, being told what to do. While carrying out my duties my rage builds, they still don't have a clue. It's really starting to piss me off, the way people treat me. I yell out loud "God damn it just leave me be!" I leave the building roaming the streets. I think of everything I've done wrong, that and all my defeats. There will still be someone pulling my strings. I will struggle to try to free myself, like a bird trying to fly with broken wings.