Why do I feel we are a string of puppets
Playing into their game right from the moment
A monster feels no remorse
A mother feels no remorse
Then why do I feel everything right at this moment
The words I spew out of my mouth make no sense
I try to control what can be found but it isn't in my hands
You have them tied tightly
I can't break
Moments of anxiety I can't break
In a trance I am right now
You are the one controlling my hands
A puppet I am as you pull my strings and the moment you let go I go limp like I am dead.
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Lost and Found |poetry|
PoetrySometimes when you have spent a year or two sitting by yourself, and you still haven't gotten used to your own company... You start to desire a whole lot of things in your head, but the isolation has trapped you because you feel comforted by it, whi...
