Pull those strings once,
And I stand,
Make another pull,
And I jump.
Make your clever hands move
So I can walk
Lend me your voice
So I can talk.
Oh, master please
Hear my pleading…
Manipulated.
Controlled.
That is what I am.
Without you,
Im just a toy
A puppet,
without life.
So I enjoy each second
That you make me move,
Keep on pulling those strings
So I can live longer.
Please don’t cut them,
Pease don’t,
I owe my life to them
Please don’t cut those strings,
I want to live,
I want to live.
YOU ARE READING
The Stringed Puppet
Poesíathis is how a puppet might feel, this is what a puppet might say when it lives. After reading this, tell me if you ever feel like a puppet in your life :)
