I love to live
Long to live
But there's always something
Something that takes that away
Whether it be
My body
My family
My friends
Strangers
They always know how to pull the trigger
And send me crumbling
Crumbling to the floor
Like a broken marionette
Maybe that's who I truly am
A marionette
Something for people to control
Manipulate
They pull my strings
They pull them hard
And it seems
Like I always end up broken
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Author:
Rebecca (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 25th, 2017 09:30
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I like it and can relate totally
WELCOME BECCA ~ We all feel like that some day ~ even in our post~teen years ! I'm POCO the PUPPET who can do anything ~ if somebody else pulls the string ! However as I have got older I have learned to pull the string myself and be less dependent on the PUPPETEERS (Parents ~ Peers ~ Teachers ~ Employers etc). There is infinite opportunity today we just have to learn to fly and escape the "apron" strings etc. Loved your poem ~ more please ~ Every Blessing ~ Brian (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
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