.:Puppet:.

These feelings…what are they?

A hint of sorrow

Fear

Rejection

All bundled up on one

Loved voices tellin’ me

“It’s Okay,” “It’s okay”

Well it’s not o-fuckin’-k

I feel abandoned and used

My curse: over-compassionate

Fake smiles; walked on

I feel…different

This isn’t normal feelings I get

Something clawing my soul

I mustn’t quit; I need to be strong…

for the sake of my loved ones

Why do I feel this way?

I might know why; I asked for it…

It’s not punishment, its not self-inflicted pain

Don’t mind me…I’ll just get in the way.

I am sanctuary for the broken

The foundation is starting to rot

It could fall anytime

Repair is slow

Corruptio optimi pessima