You control me as if I'm your marionette
You pull my strings and stretch them taut
So I'm yours to manipulate
And no one else
You force me down the only path I am given
The one you made for me to take
I have no voice, only yours
And my life is not my own to make
If only I could pull the strings loose
I'd be able to stop living tied up in your noose
I would run so far away
And my life would finally be a game that I get to play
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poetrywords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
