Puppet

What's so fun
About thick smoke Covering the sun?
And your friends are all gone?

Not being able to control my life
I struggle in controlling this knife.
Oh, where's the skeleton with his scythe?

What's so bloody wrong with the world?
If only I wasn't such a misunderstood girl,
I wish to change just with one twirl.

So many blasted expectations!
The world should just be a simple equation
If only, if only I had the dedication.

I don't even have control of my own dreams,
Tearing through my old seams.
Somehow barely drifting off when I try to daydream.

I don't have a heart,
Don't you dare think of me as A loving start,
My heart is fake, nothing but a cold ceramic piece of fart.

Never being able to love or be loved
Always make me feel like I'm being shoved
Shoved, shoved and unloved.

I hate the woman that called me a w***e.
Standing there like she's nothing more.
My life is not the only thing crushed, crumpled and thrown to the floor.

She holds all of me in hand
So I can't try to make a stand.
I wish I could transport her to another land.

Handcuffed and chained, Ciao.
I feel like listening to Take a Bow.
Only wish I could go to Moscow.

Author's Note

I'm really, very sorry for my constant rhyming. It's just me though, I write poems without rhymes but I don't like how they turn out. But I apologise to those who are tired of my rhymes.

Reviews

[Odysseus Wanders]

beautiful... thank you for sharing some of the story of you...

[I Am Svetlana]

This is an interesting piece and it's quite scary how we really have no control over our lives. The fact that we can't even control our dreams! Anyway, we all wish to be someone different, have some proper driven force in our lives. But we have to push ourselves to where we want to go, others are just there to help us if we happen to fall or stumble. Other than that, life's journey is our own and we hold our own strings, though the world holds our strings to control us. Sad, really. But true.