The one who pulls the strings..

I don't .. I can't see the face
it is a silhouette
standing within the burning fires of hell
pulls the strings
and we laugh..I laugh.. cry.. get angry ..loose control.. gain control
are my thoughts really my own ?
Are our thoughts really our own ?
Who are we to make promises if we can't think for ourselves ?
Who are we to guide if we are dancing to someone else's strings ?