I'm just a little puppet,
In your world of play pretend.
The type you'd view as a muppet,
Ah yes,
but the irony makes sense.
For you will not pull my strings,
And toss me around like you're the king,
Throwing and punching and hurting and fooling
No,
I will not be that sort of thing.
I will not be your rag doll you damn fool
In your world of controlling and play pretend.
For one day I will get up
Get ready
And get dressed
Just to pack up my bags.
And I shall cut off the "hold-me-back" strings
And walk out of this insanity
As a human,
Not as some sort of rag.
Because I am more than just your shadow,
More than what you'd expect.
YOU ARE READING
sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
