July 18, 2008
I am a puppet.
My heart strings are in your hands, puppeteer,
Manipulator of my life.
If you pull I come,
If you push I crumble,
Always at the tips of your fingers.
My life is a show,
A never ending game of presentation,
A dark comedy of a girl's broken love.
I yearn to break the chains,
To be my own,
But I fear to break my heart.
So I sit in your hands
Never before so unsafe.

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