A puppet after all

I've been watching her from a distance. Her fingers are tied with strings. She makes everyone dance to her tunes. And she changes the music as soon as people start singing along. I feel pity for them. I wish to set them free. But all i do is watch from a far.

Then my feet start to tap. My hands are wriggling. I notice strange drumming and my body dancing. I look at my arms and legs closely to find them tied to strings. I look above. The other ends of the strings are attached to her fingers. I panic. I can’t stop tapping my feet.

All I've is a pair of scissors inside my pocket where my hands will never reach.