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Puppet
And she was a puppet,
Controlled by fear,
Made to dance around til' a crowd drew near,
Make a fool of herself
in front of everyone else,
She lived the life of a puppet.
Silent and mute, no words escaped
Her wooden mouth was covered with tape,
She could not laugh, she could not cry,
No matter how much she longed to die-
She lived the life of a puppet.
She lived solely to fulfill his needs,
His wants, desires, and all his greeds,
To provide entertainment on a boring day-
She lived the life of a puppet.
Tied to him by iron strings,
No swords, no knives, or and no sharp things
Could ever cut the link to him-
She lived the life of a puppet.
"I'm tired of this!" she cried one day
To the puppeteer's utter dismay,
But no matter how she ran away,
She lived the life of a puppet.
He drew her back to his foul embrace,
Her painted smile on a porcelain face,
A precious doll in a precious case-
She lived the life of a puppet.
I really hope this comes across right. "I would kill myself if it wasn't for death.” I guess I should explain myself a little more, to kill who I am and become someone new, but be spared the clean slate that death brings. To keep the knowledge of my past life so that no new strings could be attached . . . I have gone a round about way of saying that I really enjoyed this poem, and I can truly relate to it . . . I’m sadden to have read that there is more to this poem, I would have so loved to have read it in its entirety . . .