Puppet on strings...

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Daphna, Jul 15, 2013.

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  1. Daphna

    Daphna Well-Known Member

    I walked and jumped by my strings,
    I could never hold my own,
    I was only able to watch the show,
    I could never prevent what I was shown,
    As I went through daily life, I could only watch in grief,
    The person that I was portraying to be, isn't truly me,
    The more I did, the more I saw,
    The more that I wanted it to end,
    All the while deep inside,
    The real me was screaming from within,
    Then one day the strings were cut, and now I am free,
    I return back to the show, with my scars for you all to see,
    There is hope in this world, for all of you to be freed,
    It is through life, for only through living, freedom tastes sweet.
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