Dark Poetry #4 |
I'm the puppet in black |
Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
I am a puppet, wooden with strings. Look how I dance, laugh, and sing Society controls me with their thoughts and cliques Thinking of it makes me sick. I don't want to become one of them But my lips are sewn shut like a hem I am a puppet. I have no say My strings of hope are stedfast and will stay They think I'm stupid cause I'm made of wood I want to be free. I know I should They want me to be popular and cool But acting like I'm not makes me look like a fool But the puppet master says "Dance, Puppet, Dance! He said with a grin. I know this struggle. I know I wont win. I finish the dance with a finishing pose. How will I get free? Only God knows.... ~Zach~ |
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fromme2U Member
since 2007-11-09
Posts 257 |
OMG I loved it, you did a great job on this one. |
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