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Author: Jado the Shadow
Fiction Rated: M - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-12-05 - Updated: 05-12-05 - id:1911246

Puppet

I am a puppet, tell me what to say

Watch me pulled in every which way

All of you think this well

But in my mind my thoughts dwell

I am alive, just bent to will

To you heart has its fill

Hidden are my tears

Shown not are my fears

You say this and that to my face

And my smile is in place

Then you talk behind my back

But my shine does not lack

The surface is but a mask

For happiness is my task

But woe to those who truly see

Sorrow and misery are really me

I dance my dance at your request

And use to think this was for best

My mirror reflected more then skin

It showed me what is within

This little puppet girl was broke

Which caused all to misspoke

Their favorite toy was no more

All to fix they did deplore

But I did not want their use

For no more did I wish abuse

So cut I did my string

The new I wish to bring

I wish to know my true self

That would be my greatest wealth

I do not know who I be

Until then I am not free

All I am is a toy

That wishes to be destroy

My greatest desire

Is to know my fire

So go and leave me alone

For this land I must roam

I am not but flesh and bone

And my voice is a moan

Until I find what I seek

Whether it be loud or meek

For what I really wish to find

Is who I am, in my mind


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