Puppet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Control and power comes in many forms.

Submitted: September 25, 2006

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What if I'm not good enough?
I try and try but fail.
Will you all just laugh at me?
Telling others of the tale.

I lie awake in bed at night,
wondering where I went wrong.
Thinking about the things you said,
of what was weak and strong.

Self doubt grows inside me;
I start to feel it tug.
Blinded by these thoughts you give,
as you're yanking out the rug.

I try to just ignore you,
but something inside pulls.
I don't want to be that one,
who ends up like the fools.

Feeling like an idiot,
and acting like a clown.
I do what you ask of me,
you would never let me down.

I turn into a puppet,
a toy that you control.
Eventually you'll get everything,
as I hand over my soul.


© Copyright 2018 Ivan E. Moore II. All rights reserved.

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