The Marionette
My wardrobe's full of sparkly dresses
but I don't know anymore who to wear them for.
My life's excess has sustained the press;
I asked for more— their darling whore.
They gave me a glass cage and called it a home,
put me on a cross and called it a throne;
I danced like a ballerina in hopes to please...
...the hungry abonnés should fulfill my wish.
Spotlight on the stage replaced my sun,
I'm a property of everyone
and I never thought I would regret
selling myself as a marionette.
Ruffle-hemlined dresses, different shiny gowns,
nightly royal dance ball in different shiny towns,
smiling to impress and not to express
a damsel should not let them see her distress.
They gave me a noose and called it a necklace,
told me to patch up a porcelain crevice,
cut off my toes to fit the shoes
and my love is a romanticized abuse.
They say the brighter you shine, the faster you burn:
a star who lost its shine is an ash in an urn
and you'll only regain the public's concern
when your grave won't let you seek a return.
Camera flashes replaced my stars—
a price to pay for a superstar.
And I never thought I would regret
selling myself as a marionette.
I do, I do, I do regret
selling myself as a marionette.
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The Theater
Poetry"The world is our stage and we are its actors, destined to play different roles. May it be a princess, a peasant, a hero, a traitor, every part needs its own soul. " The Theater is a collection of poems, examining different lives and love through th...
