Puppets Cant Feel Poem by kriss hughes

nicotine's aroma
lingers on my skin
thoughts of pills
overpower and win
empty yet whole
are my thought so confused
i may be young
but my hearts old and used
missing the people
who always cared
i left them in the dust
now i cant help but feel scared
the cuts on my arm
reminded me of the pain
that so generously distracted
myself from the shame
so now im giving in
to what i thought i never would
a picture perfect daughter
the girl who does everything she should
dance for them
like a puppet in a mask
knowing you only follow orders
your happiness wont last
but when you fall alseep at night
you know exactly what is real
yet you have to hold it back
because puppets cant feel.