Strings of emotion

Why tears welling up inside?
Am I sad?
Nothing good, nothing bad—then what?
What's the cause, effect?
How are you frayed and displayed,
Nothing in your control,
A puppet with strings held by somebody,
Swaying, raving,
The sound of birds and rolling vehicles,
Unease, gaudy, abstruse.

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