Walking with strings attached to every part of my body
Lazily do my part in this horrific play.
I danced and played until I was in decay,
Broken like an old doll.
Isolated and wrapped in chains,
Wishing to be free from these restraints.
I choose a path that lead me locked up with sorrows and regrets,
Tired of their puppetry that led me to madness.
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POEMS I
PoetryThe first book of my poems. All of them are written from my past years when I first started writing,
