The Puppet I've Become
Puppet strung up high
Puppet strung up to fly
Puppet master meant to be kind
Puppet master meant to be caring
I'm the puppet in your game.
Why am I strung so high?
Why am I strung so tightly?
Are you having fun playing with me?
Will you ever cut me free?
Or let me dangle in a closet for the rest of eternity?
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I like to write stories and poems when I can. I write poems when I feel upset or think of something I'm not sure how to deal wit.
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