I am a marionette
amongst humans;
I lack strings;
maybe I wasn't even worthy
of soulless control.
I am jealous
of the ease people possess
in the way they live
because I attempt to master it daily
and fail miserably
after all
I am just a puppet.
An abandoned puppet.
I am a poser
trying to act natural;
My reality is of an invader;
this isn't my place;
I do not belong.
I'll hand over my strings
in exchange for freedom
from this gloomy existence.
The marionettist might take my life
but may teach me how to live.
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The Truths of a Liar
Poetry"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
