I am not a puppet, I can cut these strings you dangle from me.
I can break free and ruin your show, can't you see?
You do not control me, nor define me.
I am not your toy, rather the mere shell of a broken boy.
I am not a puppet, you do not own me.
I am human, born to be free.
Stop the act, it's not big, nor is it clever.
You will not manipulate me when I am under the weather.
I am not a puppet, I am released from your grasp.
Now I live at peace.
Alas.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
