There was once this puppet at the edge of my room
His eyes brightly lit with ideas soon to bloom
His limbs ready for work, ready to make a change
His joints stretching to reach for the future’s far range
Filled with big dreams, he took his place in life’s big stage
Filled with such promise in his new chance, his new page
But soon enough, the bright puppet came to see, to learn
You first HAVE to fit in to achieve what you yearn
I try to pull back this puppet at the edge of my room
“I just want to fit in, I just want to belong” he said
He swallowed back his reason, closed his eyes to all
As he took each blow, each sharp hit that caused him to fall
Down came this puppet with his dreams and broken strings
To belong he yearned yet he just ended with broken wings
There was once this puppet at the edge of my room
His eyes now empty, lost in the abyss of gloom
His limbs now dirty, his skin dark with ink blots
His joints now broken, his strings in sharp knots
I try to reach out to this puppet at the edge of my room
Where our fingers should meet, I reach to touch cold glass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem