Puppetry is a work of art
An art of scarring to physicality and mentality.
From plain words to belief,
Belief to trust,
Trust to acquaintances,
Acquaintances to relationships,
Relationships to a betrayal of reality.
I'm one of the victims,
From believed to be fooled
From trust to forsaken by illusions
From a simple bond to a shattered memory
All of them costs with a simple messages
To be controlled is to suffocate from the puppeteer's strings.
That art made me a fool,
A fool believing their beautiful lies
Making me see the ugliest of truths.
Dear puppetry, master of all control of one's mind.
Manipulation, judgment, toxicity, fraudulent,
trickery, pretender, and betrayal.
For the love of drama to the victims and making me granting your gain.
My sanity slowly drained,
As if rainbows became the shades of black and white.
The beautiful scenery became an illusion to deceive.
A tragedy of betrayal leaves me realizing the strings attached to my body.
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POEMS I
PuisiThe first book of my poems. All of them are written from my past years when I first started writing,
