I Was Here Once

Puppet

Iron wires on my wrists.
Iron wires on my legs.
Golden crown on my head.
The prettiest puppet that exists.
Waiting for a master on my tiny throne.

Came here to the puppet shop.
With a smile from ear to ear, pointed his finger at me and said that he will by me.

A new puppet in a dress.
A new master that can't be resist.

Came here and bought me, to be one of the puppets he collects.

"wave, wave" my master said.
wave, wave is what I did.

"dance, dance" my master said.
dance, dance is what I did.

A fool puppet with blinded eyes.
A master that's too obsessed.

I danced and did what he asked, he seamed pleased with my act.
over joyed I danced some more, beneath his feet on the floor, for my lovely master I shall be doing my best.

Until he pulled on my strings causing pain in my legs and wrists.
"it hurts, it hurts but I will forgive because I know you love me"

he pulled and pulled yet again causing me a wave of pain.
I cried and asked "master what will you gain, if you broke me?"

"I am bored of you and your lame dance, so I will be breaking you now, and get me a new puppet that is a bit advanced, so just die for me"
"master, master what wrong did I do you? I kept dancing just for you, even when my tiny feet kept cracking with pain, I just did what you asked me to"

That is when I started to see all the dead puppets that he keep.
hanged on the wall or scattered on the floor, dead puppets that cried and shout for me to run.

but it was just to late.
for my head rolled on the floor.
my body tangled with the iron strings, I just lost many things.

I was picked up and thrown to the wall beside a puppet that was dead.

A broken puppet on the shelf.
A new one In the masters hand.

crying, crying in pain asking him what will he gain.
and the answer was the same, about how dull and lame the puppet danced.

"shame, shame. it seams to be that we all failed to entertain"
same, same. we are all here broken dolls, watching over the new dying puppets.

I was once a pretty doll, now I am a broken trash thanks to the hands that cared for me, thanks to the master I believed.

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A quick explaining about things here in this short sing song story:-

The puppet: it's a new child to the family, children are pure just like a newly hand made dolls.

The iron wires or strings: they are supposed to be the way to teach the child how to deal with life and how to act, how to become a grownup, in other words it's the guardian's authority.

The master: the master is supposed to be the guardian or a parent to the child.

The broken puppets: friends and family members that cut ties with. the guardian of the child.

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When the child came to the family and grew up to the point of understanding he/she loved there guardian/parent, but the guardian was obsessed with control, he over used his authority abusing the child physically and emotionally. Yet the child obeyed out of love.

The child being pure didn't give it much thought because they think that there guardian/parent loves them and was trying to teach them something good.

friends and family tried to make the child open his/her eyes but it was too late to take actions.
the abuse continued, criticizing the child for things that has been taught to him by his guardian. until the kid was no longer a beautiful little child anymore, a broken teenager that suffers depression.

the guardian/parent leaves the first child losing interest in them completely and welcomes the new born one that is the younger brother/sister for the broken teen.

the teenager doesn't know what to do to help there little sibling how to save them from the same fate.
they end up standing by the family members and friends watching the tyrant of a guardian give the same treatment to the new child.

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Stop abusing people just because you have higher authority and control over there lives.

children are not puppets stop controlling them with an iron fist, they are still fragile and could be controlled no won by love and gentle care.

Stop creating broken this generation because a broken person shall create another and broken people will create a broken future.

stop being a bully and with this hand you slap others with, hug them instead or shake there hand, hold it.