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The strings control my motion
As I actively try to take charge of my emotions.
The strings walk me on a journey chosen by them
As I am left trying to compose my internal mayhem.
They teach me to not move, to not speak, and not raise my voice for what is right
And I concede in fright.
They make me chose white, when I want black,
And yet I silently nod, ignoring my mental smack.
My emotions squeeze in like a constricted river
No longer can I hold them in, as I begin to quiver.
But the strings make me a slap on a smile on my face,
As I greet the day with my flawless grace.
I am told to act my best, so I impress the rest,
Of course, that is the only way I'll pass the golden child test.
No, you do not have to listen to your internal screaming
Your rage, your frustration, your pleading which is bleeding
Bleeding as you're left torn and tattered.
All your own dreams, hopes, ambitions, aspirations shattered.
As they're crumbled together and scattered.
They drift away into an abyss, while I am made to capitulate.
And I am brainwashed and reconditioned till no more expectations can saturate.
But no one sees how I seethe with turmoil
When I put on a brave face as my own plans are foiled.
How I act everything is perfectly normal and fine
While my lost hopes whine.
However, I sit there, and sort through this disarray
Figure out how to bring back my freedom, grey.
Freedom which was never mine in the first place,
Yet I tried to capture it and make it safe from efface.
Maybe that is why I was robbed of it
Maybe because I held on too long to something which wanted to escape.
Maybe it wanted to be with someone who wore it as cape
Rather than me, whose lackadaisical attitude never made me realize what could be my greatest strength
Now, I feel certain that my freedom left me because I didn't fight
Because I didn't stand up for whats right.
Because I was not a zealot for my liberty.
Because I surrendered easily and let it become history.
Because I was wrapped on a finger like a ring
And I let myself be a puppet on a string.
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Musings- a poetry collection
Poetry"Why oh why do you love me so much? Have you seen nothing watching me permanently mislay? I have lost myself! And yet you stand there smiling at me, as bright as the dawn of a new day. I can't fathom this. Is there something I have misjudged? All I...
