A Part Of Me

Puppet

A fragile puppet, tiredly walking
And talking
Helpless hands shaking,
Tears and tremors waking
Up the suddenly animated doll
Completely controlled
By her unhinged emotions
Swinging from side to side

She is too caught up in her own mess
Selfishly so,
Turns a blind eye to the ones around
Enlivened by self loathing,
She swore she would never go soft,
Ironically so

Put on a show again
For the world to see,
Wear that mask of ignorance
With a sense of perilous pride
And clamourous confidence
To overlook the haters once more
Care less what they think of you
Like the way you were before,
Boomed a strong voice heavenward

Failures are relics of a bygone age
Tears are shimmering trophies,
To remind her time and again
That it won't be for naught
The phantom pain,
Would subside soon enough
Sure, the other puppets play rough
But that is only to make her tough

Bottling up her rage,
She smirks
And dances around with happiness
Unaware of the Isolation
That creeps up like a parasite
That grows on you,
Slowly and strangely
With melancholy
I realize, the puppet is me