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Marionette

Feeding on nothing but misfortune, scoffing at others, It pretended to be nothing more than a tragedy. Foolish story. Exposing such an ugly and warped heart. The relation that is hidden by my real mind, And suspicion was born from this relation. The overwhelming suspicion will change me to the Ugly and lonely monster.
Marionette scoffs at me,
He does not know my sorrow.
He may act as a good natured person,
And he's convinced that I'm "Happy."
Forcing hypocrisy and looking down on others, I pretend to be nothing but the hero of the story, But unsightly the protagonist. I want to correct my ugly and broken heart.
Marionette does not know how to cry,
He will never know my true pain.
When I continued reading my own story,
I am unsure of what he will do to my future.
Lonely visitor crying in the theatre, "My story has nothing in it." Then the real genuine story, "Let's begin it once again." This relation will make me into the Beautifully straight human.
Marionette finally smiles at me,
Beginning the clumsy story.
It may be suitable for
The foolish story.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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