On Strings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little poem, about a nightmare that reflects the struggle between following society's way and wanting to break free from societal judgement.
After all, there are times where people do things due to societal expectations.

Submitted: August 07, 2012

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I had a bad dream, a disturbing dream.
Where I’m just a puppet on strings.
I was made to do~
A curtsy or two, a cartwheel here and a tap dance there.
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide.
Break away from the evil that holds control over me.
I couldn’t move, if they don’t want me to.
I couldn’t scream for I had no voice.
It was the worst nightmare I had.
Try as I may, I couldn’t make out who the puppeteer was.
The audiences were all but a blur. 
Ah! There goes the alarm! My savior from this horrible twisted world.


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