My Thoughts

Puppeteer

I'm the dumbass,
The weirdo, yet it's everything I know.
The ugly, yet I always try to help.
People will never know the boy behind the mask,
Because it's always quite a show.

Call me the puppeteer, if you please,
For I have everyone wrapped around my fingers.
You may be sad and cry,
But everyone stays and lingers.

If you're ever alone and misunderstood,
Find the puppeteer.
He'll make sure you don't feel that way,
Even make sure you don't shed a tear.

Don't mind him while he sits alone.
Stuck with his thoughts, trying to stay calm.
He feels as if his world is changing,
Even though he feels like a bomb.

The thoughts he have may seem ugly,
But he was able to make the best of them.
All of his artwork is unappreciated,
But to him, his art is a gem.

Trying hard to stay alive,
He wonders how he made it this far.
The thought of death doesn't seem so bad,
He feels as if he's living in a jar.

Remember this puppeteer isn't always what he seems,
Filled with poetry and art.
His writing is meant to be meaningful,
He doesn't mean for people to see his fucked up heart.

Yet nobody seems to understand,
No matter what he does, still no one.
Write, draw, speak, stay quiet.
It all doesn't work so now he's done.

He's never cut himself,
But temptation is strong.
He feels like it's right,
But he knows it's wrong.

Nobody can help or understood him,
He always feels alone and unloved.
It wouldn't matter if he was here or not,
Everything that has happened can't be undone.

Nothing is right.
Never has, never will be...