Painted Smile

May 18, 2008
I feel quite like
A broken marionette
Tattered strings falling gently
To the dark frozen ground
Walking down yet another
Predetermined path
Everything is out of my control

And I feel just like
A dummy on the lap
Of a stranger, smiling down
With lips unmoving
The inability to speak
Words of my very own
Has reduced me to his lies
From this ventriloquist’s disguise

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