Marionette

I've grown sick of the human life

So tired of living with muscles tight

Standing perfectly tall and upright

Only letting go under the cover of night

I no longer wish to hear another person telling me to smile

Telling me I'm beautiful because they think I need to hear it

I no longer want to force a laugh or smile so that I will be left alone...

Pretend my life plans are set in stone

I'm tired of hearing people telling me to stop cutting my arms

Telling me there's no point

There are other ways to relieve my pain

To stay alive and sane

"Promise me you won't do that again."

"Shut up! You don't know a thing!"

"You don't control how I deal with the pain within."

Mind your own business

The scars on my arms are nothing for you to assist.

So sick from my too big heart.

Could I have it torn apart

There's nothing good to be felt

Only pain to be dealt

Make me into a puppet

Carve and paint a smile onto my face to satisfy those who desire one

Tie strings to my head, feet, and hands to help me stand

Make me move like a normal, content human would

Turn me into a puppet so that I no longer force myself to pretend

Bring my suffering to an end

Puppets have no brains or hearts

I would never again have to think or cry over a too-big and foolish heart

My head and chest would be filled with empty darkness

A hollow body

An empty, marionette broken and alone

Only her master to move her

Never having to stress and break over life and love

Breaking only with a last fatal shove

I'm so sorry, mother and father

You thought you gave life to a perfect author

But a marionette has taken the place of your daughter.