Being pulled again
By the strings attached to m
As if I'm a puppet
To their own satisfaction
If I disobey
The pulled them hard
To make me obey
Towards my puppeteers
Lots of expectations
Lots of pressure
Slowly killing me
To the point the point I feel dead inside
String attached
Like I'm a doll
To be their own entertainment
Play the role they want me to do
YOU ARE READING
POEMS II
Poetry2nd book of poems written by me. All of my poem are written by my past years of writing,
