Pulled By Strings
all i see is a light
no thoughts of my own
have no clear image of what i should do
i am mindless to him
a struggle to recover
a war to control
this is my blood
you have your blood
your are not the author of my life,
I'm the protagonist of my fate,
this is an autobiography,
leave the pen and paper,
your not my puppet master.
i am my own survivor to life
you are looking for someone to hold on to
your voice clings like a memory
a memory that is control
my mind is my place
a place which your mind cannot stay
a beast that shall be slain
your mind is a stain
Copyright © Jonathan Fletcher | Year Posted 2011
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