Controling Strings

Pupeteer

Holding our strings

Forcing our every move

Not letting us ever take control



Can't escape

The strings are tied too tight

I break them off

I'm free again!



But in a moment

I'm tied down

Dancing for you

Doing your ever bid



It's a fight to the finish

I never want to be a prisoner

Yet the other puppets help

They bind me by your hands



The victor is always you

I'll never win

Try and fight though I may to escape

Once again I'm bound



A never ending battle

A war I'll never win

I'm fighting for a reason

Fighting for my freedom



But in this battle

This war I'll never win

Everytime I cut the strings

They're imidiately tied again



It's impossible to escape

For you see

The judge you tied him too

He's your king marionette



He can't see the right

He can't be just

You stole his freedom

And turned him to a pupet



Controling his every move

Making sure I get hurt

You know you can't hurt me alone

It takes his hands



So you bound him up as well

And for a while he fought too

But he soon gave in and forgot freedom

And conformed to the marionette mold



I'll never give in though

I'll keep on fighting

You can't hold me forever

Someday I'll win



I'm going to break my strings

I'll free the others too

I'm one you won't keep forever

Pupeteer

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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There's a lot of representation in this poem to my home life with my step mom and father.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

sweet sooo swet poem.... heart touching and soul kissing dea.. love it

Afzal Shauq's picture

sweet sooo swet poem.... heart touching and soul kissing dea.. love it