i am a puppet controlled by the likes of you
i am a puppet, cold and expressionless. Feelings, what are they?
dresses, jewelry, make up, not me. where am i? it's black
the bright light i was walking towards disappeared. where did it go.
i am a puppet don't you see my strings cutting into me like glass?
the blood doesn't change what i am, not anymore
you were suppose to save me, where are you? how did you let it get this bad?
i am a puppet, cold and emotionless, you don't see anything but my painted smile
my cold, dark eyes have gone into another place i don't have to see the world anymore
you use me, abuse me. play with me then throw me away until i'm needed again
i am a puppet nothing more don't try to make me feel any more i am nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem