Puppet Poem by Serena Taylor

Not my actions,
Not my mouth.
Others decision,
I can't even shout.

Not my hair,
Not my things.
If only could I fly,
If only I had wings

Not my clothes,
Not my choice.
Why am I trapped?
Without a voice?

Not my body,
Not my skin.
Tears threaten to explode
But I keep them in.

Don't do this!
Don't do that!
Then what can I do?
Where am I at?

Don't wear this,
Don't say that.
I feel like a puppet.
Treated like a doormat.


Not my laugh.
Not my smile.
Forced to pretend
And make it worthwhile.

A terrified soul,
My terrified eyes.
I try to be happy
But I know its all lies.

Controlled like a puppet
Controlled by strings

Bruised and broken.
Dieing with in.