Puppet People Poem by Paula TH

You were never going to be around too long.
None of you.
You only go where you want to go so you can get what you need.
I can see right through each and every one of you, you make my heart bleed.
So I can see right now, you were never going to be around too long.
Wishing for a guitar in hand, if I could only play.
My hands won't let me but atleast I can say what I need to say.
You were here and now your gone, true friendships are the only one's that last for long.
It means even if your blood, that something is holding you back.
You have turned into a puppet, you are not yourself, look into the mirror...is it time for you to crack.
Who did you end up to be?
I certainly would not know.
You left, all of you left your souls long ago.
I wish I could get you all back but I don't know what has happened to you...is it the bottle, is it a crutch?
I guess I will never figure out that much.
Once the strings are attached, most can not get them off, it is too hard to deal with how stressful it is to change.
So just hold those crutches, you will never be the same.