Short Poems [Book #1]

Strings *

You pull my strings,

You corrupt my mind,

You hit me,

You hurt me,

I can't escape this time,

I'm very tired,

Of feeling so useless,

Aren't you scared?

I'm not all that stable,

I'll be quite honest,

I feel no difference between you and me,

We're not very common,

We're as dark as can be,

We're not that close,

Yet, you know me,

Will you pull my strings,

Like they do to me?

Or will you save me,

From what I call hell?

I'll be quite honest,

I'm not well,

The little narcissist,

The abusive one,

I'm beginning to think,

My background dances around with glee,

Don't you notice,

I'm not me?