Growing up

by Switchblade89   Apr 8, 2008


When we're born it's not our choice,
so at first it cannot be our fault,
we're simply a puppet on strings with a voice,
until it's all put on a halt.

Age brings scissors to sever the strings,
all of which that would keep us in balance,
so teenage years is what it brings,
the next seven years is gonna be a challenge.

After being a teenager comes the adult years,
where the sign of being a puppet we forget,
also there is the "yes mam" and "yes sir" of the peers,
from whoever we meet and have met.

The cycle is repeated when a child is conceived,
new strings have to be cut to size,
now as you tie the strings...feel relieved,
as you see your puppet, rise, rise, rise.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Victoria

    Truth wrote so well! Excellent write!!

  • 14 years ago

    by The Queen

    Lol loved humor in it. Growing up was beautifully and creatively captured within this piece. Excellent!!!

  • 14 years ago

    by The Queen

    Lol loved humor in it. Growing up was beautifully and creatively captured within this piece. Excellent!!!

  • 15 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Wow I found this poem really interesting, to be honest I wasnt expecting it, the meaning in the poem was captivating and portrayed very well, your very imaginative. The idea of being a puppet has been played upon a few times but your style of writting was different and I really enjoyed reading this piece =]
    Excellent job 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Twisted Mind Broken Soul

    The beginning of this poem was great!!!!! It was amazing.

    My favorite line would have to be:

    "we're simply a puppet on strings with a voice"

    You have a good talent So keep it up!!!!

    5/5

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