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Puppet on Strings

My limbs dance around me
Out of my control
Like a puppet on strings
Playing for my master

No more self-control
No more thoughts of my own
I'm just an object
Meant only for their amusement

I'm just an object
Nothing more
Worthless
Dirty

I lost control
I lost everything
I'm just a puppet on strings
Playing for my master



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AprilEverAfter said...
Aug. 8, 2010 at 9:26 am:

I've always said that there will be those writers who write pieces so brilliantly you just love every piece of their work. You are definitely one of those authors. 

You choose to write about things I would never even dream of writing about for fear I would have nothing to say. That is obviously NOT a problem here. :)

I say a lot of poems are amazing but this one deserves more than just a broken record. I think it's stunning and shocking and well scripted all in one. 

 
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sleeplessdreamer said...
Aug. 7, 2010 at 11:33 pm:
LOVED IT! This is really good. Short and to the point but with just the right amount of poetic flow to do it justice. Nicely done.
 
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