Puppets - Poem by beautiful imperfection
Mindless, Shadowless, Lifeless.
Puppets surround me everywhere.
The true colors inside of me,
Can’t help but stop and stare.
I can’t help but wish they weren’t so transparent.
Robotic, Selfish, Perfection in a box.
Their reflection shows us empty eyes,
It’s so clear to me they’re lost.
Spoon-fed lies are swallowed whole,
Masks so quickly worn.
They tear through a million identities,
To hide their souls, so broken and torn.
Deceitful lies leave their lips,
Gossip screams in whispered tones.
Judging those they once controlled,
The spirits scream in hidden groans.
Moving on is hard to do,
When you care so much it makes you cry.
But is it really worth it,
To run and chase a lie?
The ones who matter have life-filled eyes,
And care to look beyond your mask.
They’re independent imperfections,
Who take the time to ask.
Waiting for that perfect chance,
The one that shows we care.
Taking time to build you up,
Unlike the others, who got lost somewhere.
Change your perspective,
You’ll see this rings true:
The only people that matter,
Are the ones who are there for you.
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