Negotiated- Poems by Lizzie

Strings

Humans tied on strings,
No way to escape.
They were turned smooth and hard as rock,
Only so the puppet master can control them, his mouth broken and bent, lined with tape.

Oh those puppets, they danced.
They had no control.
When done, the master carefully placed them somewhere to hide; somewhere soundproof, so no one can hear the screams that they find.
I heard the screams, they were croaky and pitched from the smallest doll.
I felt sad. I felt scared.
I felt bad.
I danced in the moonlight, controlled by the music.
Oh wait thats right, i had no control. I was a doll, stringed head to toe.
Would you like to join us? Its fun. You.. Pick.