The Puppet Show
How else can I cope?
Writing is my only hope…
And it when it all rhymes,
God… it’s sublime-
I feel complete;
The world hums in perfect unison,
And words dance upon the page,
Exalting my pain, my sorrow, my rage,
And I am free-
Can you hear me?
My only true audience, my spectators!
Glance upon these words and know,
Your condition is not alone;
Fake smiles and hollow words
Are my puppets too-
We put on quite a show.
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