Again I feel it.
Someone holding me back,
Someone pulling my strings.
The more I move the more I feel your presence.
An outsider, anonymous onlooker.
So tell me did you get what you wanted.
Do I satisfy in your dark deceitful eyes.
Go ahead and hide behind the sunrise.
That is fine.
But I still know your the one there pulling my strings
Like you can really control me.
Avoid me, deny me, I don't really care.
Because I know you are still there.
Watching and waiting.
For what I don't really know.
If your waiting for an invitation here it is.
Please speak and I will listen.
Again I feel it.
Chills right up spine.
Someone is holding me back.
Someone is pulling my strings.
She won't go away.
Why I just don't know.
For she won't let her presence be truly known.
Like a ghost there's a glimpse then it's gone.
Fading in to just fade out.
I'm not crazy.
She is really there.
Again I feel it.
Like someone wanting to see.
Come in the open and get a better look.
A picture last forever.
A glance cant even be etched into memory.
But still you are pulling my strings.
Not a day goes bye.
Oh those haunting eyes.
The watcher of the greater skies.
A push in the right direction.
Tell me what is your intention?
I know your there and I don't even care.
But still you are pulling my strings.
You won't stop, you won't just drop it.
What did I do to attract so much attention.
Still pulling my strings.
Still pulling them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have our strings pulled by social factors. Some we love, some we hate. A good write