these aren’t my hands
i see them
they try to do my bidding
but they aren’t mine
fingers plucking hesitantly
at strings i can’t see
strings begging me to strum
my own tunes
not someone else’s hands
interpreting my story
i want to shove them away
take over from here
they play scared like puppies
hesitancy won’t finish
the song i’m singing
get your hands off
they’re not to trust
i see mine
they’re taking over
strumming a tune
you couldn’t play
