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I always feel like a puppet, like I really cannot do anything. It's either me pleasing my parents, others around me, and God...which I do not mind being He's puppet. It sounds werid...but thats why it's a peom lol. HOPE YOU ENJOY AND PLZ REIVEW THANKS!
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 123 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Published: 04-04-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2905137
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Hanging by Strings
As you pull my strings,
I will dance for you.
I will be your marionette.
I will be your daughter,
You molding me
To be…the perfect little girl.
I will be your best friend.
Being there,
To share…the pain you have inside.
I will be your student
Being as obedient as one can be…
In this school that is called Free...dom.
I will soon be a mother.
Full-filling my child's every wish.
Giving lavish…praises to them.
Most important of all,
My manipulator He,
The Almighty…for who I will be
The greatest puppet of them all.
For you Almighty,
As you pull my strings,
I will dance for you.
I will be your marionette.
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