Puppeteer

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I wish I could do something,

I wish I could see, 

What all the sugar has shaped me to be,

I'm not a monster or something mean, 

I feel like a leaf in the autumn breeze,


All i taste is metal,

It's nothing new to me, 

Chewing on magnets for satisfaction, not the desire to weep,

It feels like teeth ripping at my flesh, 

It feels like a waterfall of stress,

I tried to run, 

I tried to hide,

But there's no escaping the demon inside,

It has me under lock and key,

I fight and fight, 

I want to be free,


I wish I was free, 

Not a puppet to play with,

My emotions are the strings,

And your the puppeteer..

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