Trying to talk,
You put me on pause and change the words.
Trying to walk,
You stop me quickly and say I'm absurd.
Taking a bite,
You tell me go faster and to eat all night.
Wearing a shirt,
You hold up another and say mine's not right.
Leaving the house,
You say I can't go there because you had a fall-out.
What can I do,
What can I be,
If you are always looking at me.
For I am a puppet,
Pulled by your strings,
A dead man hanging on the rope on the tree.
I dare say,
I will never be free.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoetryIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
