Strings

I am  the puppet , completely hollow inside. It's as if i am dead.

Your the puppeteer, pulling my strings. Forcing me to be what you want.

Everyday it's like I am forced to put on a show for you.

Constantly being degraded nothing is ever good enough for you.

 I am just sitting on my shelf waiting for my strings to be cut.

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

You have managed to pose a very powerful message through a very short poem and that speaks to your talent. The hopelessness is the feeling that came through to me the most but you have conveyed it in a beautiful way.

[Edward Lancheister]

expression of real life situation that sometime make us feel so bind inside. i like the way you describe these things in words