A Puppet of Hypocracy
A PUPPET OF HYPOCRISY
Hello ! to madame puppet maker ,
Yesterday I had the worst day my life ;
Puppets that smiled at me even when I was sad ,
Obsessed with being the being they are ,
Cursed me and Bruised me right through my heart .
Rest in Peace said they to a shattered heart ;
A price I paid to be who you are not and what you make.
Clear is my conscious , my soul , my sane,
Yet I am headed to the puppet show in vain.
Copyright © Kshithija Bhat | Year Posted 2016
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