Puppet

Looking in the mirror, I can see the strings.
I've become a puppet, for all his evil schemes.
Never wanting to do these things he can make me do.
The puppeteer is a demon, he's hiding in a dream.
The only problem there is that demons don't dream.
He puts me in the closet, hides me from the world.
No one realizes that tis isn't me.
Nobody else can see my cords.
But looking in the mirror, I can see the strings.