I feel like a puppet. I always have people trying to change me to their standards. Having them control me. I cut the strings, but not quick enough. Soon I am being set to others standards once more. I am no puppet soon I will be strong enough to cut the strings for good. Until then I'll fight and fight. Why should I live up to your standards when I have my own to live up too. I don't make you do what I think is acceptable to my standards. I let your strings be cut, I let you be free. Why don't you do the same for me? What do I have to do to be free? Free from your standards, from the strings that keep my head held high.
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Apologies
No FicciónThis is just something that hit me like a rock. It's not a story it's my real thoughts. Mostly just me venting about shit I think about or am actually experiencing. Vent poetry. Some things I write can be triggering so you have been warned.
