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puppet's life


I feel alone in this loud room

chaos is all around me 

and it will drag me to my doom

I just want to be free

they are so so happy, smiling 

while I lay there dying

I've given up on it all

I can't fit, I'll just fall

.

see I was born to a deathtrap

I was born as a puppet to play

as I fake it all, complete crap

and I will just do as they say 

.

I have been so many lives now

none of them being mine

I was only what they'd allow

becoming their shrine

.

I want to go back and change

want the courage many think I own

become myself and rearrange

and I wish my own pride could have shown

over their ignorant lessons

and ask my own questions 

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I'm 20, but many tell me I have an old soul. I go through a lot of crap all the time about what I do and who I am so my stories and poems are the only places I can be free even if they mention my troubles it is a way to breathe, though the inspiration seems to fade every time

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