I'm a puppet.
When will people see that I haven't been the real me?
That I'm just a puppet for their actions, their abuses.
Nobody stops to think about how I feel, about whether or not I want this deal.
But No.
I'm worthless, trash. Nothing.
I wasn't wanted, and so this is how it will be.
Forever and always, the servant, the puppet.
The damned and the forgotten.
All of the famed and the rotten.
Nobody cares unless it makes their day.
Never will I have the final say.
I'm just here to be used a wasted,
That's me, ever the faithful puppet I was created.
Terrible person
A terrible person... what does it take to make,
Someone so foul, even a mother's heart will break.
Tears stream, and thoughts boom.
Inside a mind that was gone all too soon.
Do they even care?
Oh, how much pain has been spread.
In their faces, the painful thoughts are read.
A terrible person, that's what I am.
Rending hate where I walk.
Blood and pain are my only friends,
Spilling over from the truths I scream.
I do care.
I can't stop, however hard I try.
A terrible person is who resides inside.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
