Puppet
I've given up once again
for you've proved one thing to me,
You'll always be her puppet
and she'll never let us be
The thing that makes me angry ,
is you let her run the show
Your every movement she controls,
our life tossed to and fro
It's no one's fault but your own
yes, you're the one to blame
And if you think I'm walking out
with my head held in shame,
You have been mistaken
for I have more pride than that
I'm sure you'll find another
who will be your dancing mat
Here's a final thought
as I gather all my things,
One day you may come to life
and no longer have those strings
Til then, continue dancing
as she moves you all about
The day you tire and collapse
you'll find you've been tossed out
And once the show is over
this last thing I must add,
Being real, means feeling pain
of the life that you once had
Copyright © Alana Tye | Year Posted 2008
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