Marionette


Just a toy
Pull my strings,
I will laugh,
Lie,
Cry,
Die,
All at your simple command
Or hearts desire.
Take the chance
Make me dance,
Will I always worship
The ground beneath your feet?
Or will I defy you?
Do I dare to deny you?
I'll walk out the door,
You'll never see me again.

I'll cut the strings,
I'll break away,
I'll run to the ends of the earth.
Open wide
Go for the ride
Look to the sky,
And feel the flames.

I dream of humanity.
I dream of being human,
A heart,
A mind,
A soul,
I dream of the breeze, the clear blue sky
And freedom on open wings.
And while I dream and wish and want,
I think of the happiness it would bring.
But here I lie, confined to the earth,
Bound in lengths of string,
No wishing, no hoping, no wanting nor dreaming,
Will ever dull it's sting.

A wooden toy in a child's grasp
My movements are forced, jagged and crude,
As she moves me to a silent beat
With all my will power, I still cannot move my own feet.
And while she makes me bow and dance,
I wonder what it would have been like,
To only have a chance.



A/N: I don't think it's very good ending but I couldn't think of another way. Why can't I ever write a nice happy poem? Read/Review please.