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Puppet : *~Full Version~*
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 far 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.
She perished there in the holding case,
Rotted inside from his foul embrace
Prince Charming never saved the day
And everyone pushed her away-
She lived the life of a puppet.
This poem is really pretty. I love it. I wrote a poem about a puppet too, which has a deeper meaning to it, just like yours, and I thought mine was great, until I read yours. Mine isn't even half as good as yours. Good job.
i've felt like this before and i think this is genuinly good poetry. keep it up.