Disney

I'm nowhere near what I used to be
But somehow, I feel set free. 
I'm no longer a lifeless puppet
Strung along like little miss muppet. 
You stole a peice of me I'll never get back,
Another notch on your belt, 
a real class act. 
I try to forgive, so I can find peace.
It seems impossible, I'm still angry. 
You're in control 
even out of my life, 
I feel less than whole...
That's what you want, right?
Just call me Pinocchio, 
Whittled to your perfection.
Dreaming a new life,
in this world filled with hell,
Stuck in the present.





March 12, 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Hicks Avatar
March 15, 2016 at 9:26 PM
I can feel the angst in this poem. Disney is a pretty universal symbol for childlike happiness and wonder ... but now I feel as though it is stolen innocence. "Just call me Pinocchio" ... is it apparent when you lie? We all must acknowledge our weak points ... welcome to the Soup!
Heller Avatar
March 15, 2016 at 10:26 PM
Thanks for reading, Timothy! This was inspired by "controlling relationships" I enjoyed the twist because like you also said its a symbol for childlike happiness, but sometimes in life things aren't always the fairy tale we grew up believing they would be!
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March 13, 2016 at 9:57 AM
I like the interweaving of nursery rhymes. These stories that promise happily ever afters in contrast with the sometimes brutal realities of our lives. I do however believe that we can find happy along our way.
Heller Avatar
March 13, 2016 at 10:31 AM
There is always happy along the way my friend! This was developed as a fictional writing that was inspired by "controlling relationships"
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