So, something has been bothering me the past few days and I needed to get it off of my chest. When I was in class we were watching some movie or more of documentary and it was incredibly boring. That being said, of course I was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. Normally I draw or just doodle on my paper, but today that wasn't really cutting it. I started writing randomly and this is what I came up with. Its kind of rough but oh well, I'm putting it on here anyway.
The puppet
I am a puppet,
my body pulled on strings.
Nothing of my own doing
trying to escape, but he pulls me back
into his arms to be kept.
But this isn't me,
it is what he wants me to be.
My master pulls the strings
and I am unable to think,
unable to decide for myself,
unable to find who I am,
without the pull of the strings.
Can I break free?
Can I even live without the strings,
holding me up onto my feet?
Will I ever be able to know?
Freedom
I am not your puppet to be played with.
You can not pull me back.
Not anymore.
I have control of my own strings now.
You can kept your thoughts to yourself,
because they don't matter to me anymore.
You have no claim over me.
Just because you used to doesn't mean,
I am commanded to come back now.
Not now that I am free from your medaling hands.
Who knew I could fly without the weight of
the strings you placed upon me.
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