Array ( [sid] => 175636 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Puppet [time] => 2013-04-03 02:27:11 [hometext] => Comments welcome please. Would love to know how I am doing. [bodytext] => Like a puppet on strings
I move at someone's will
Controlling my movements
Unable to be stilled

When did I lose function
Who controls these strings.
For its not on one persons hands
That causes this suffering

Maybe when I gave up on myself
And lived for others in my life
When I became someone's puppet
And earned all this strife.

These actions are not of recent
For a while I have moved without cause
Bent over backwards for others
Just to live life on pause

But these strings have become brittle
Been pulled way to often
I can feel the movement of my mind
And their control began to soften

When I snapped free and fell
I fell as fast as a rock.
Finding the strength to stand.
Finding the purpose to walk

The fault is of my own
For I gave my strings away
Allowed others to move me.
Feeding me the words to say

But now my will is my own.
And I will move at my own pace
No longer being controlled
A man with a new face.
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Puppet
Date: Wednesday, 3rd April 2013 @ 02:27:11 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: bigj
Like a puppet on strings
I move at someone's will
Controlling my movements
Unable to be stilled

When did I lose function
Who controls these strings.
For its not on one persons hands
That causes this suffering

Maybe when I gave up on myself
And lived for others in my life
When I became someone's puppet
And earned all this strife.

These actions are not of recent
For a while I have moved without cause
Bent over backwards for others
Just to live life on pause

But these strings have become brittle
Been pulled way to often
I can feel the movement of my mind
And their control began to soften

When I snapped free and fell
I fell as fast as a rock.
Finding the strength to stand.
Finding the purpose to walk

The fault is of my own
For I gave my strings away
Allowed others to move me.
Feeding me the words to say

But now my will is my own.
And I will move at my own pace
No longer being controlled
A man with a new face.


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