10/28/2018
The Puppet Master
I may look, talk, and walk just like you
But unlike you, I'm attached to puppet strings
Like a marionette, I'm pulled every which way
Forced to fake a smile
And act for my surrounding audience
The strings on my body
Create gashes as I'm forced to put on another show
Performing for the people around me
I'll make them laugh, angry, and upset
As I play my part
Another actress left to drown alone in a sea of hidden emotions
Someday they will forget about me
Eventually, my skin will crack
And the string will saw through my bones
As there will be nothing of me left
But he will still be there
Controlling my broken remains
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Poems By Brianna Neko
ФанфикA bunch of random poems P.s If someone could make a cover (But not include my name except for Brianna Neko) for this that would be very much appreciated. I'm gonna try to do a poem for mainly all of them.
