The Puppet

by Renegade Angel   Jun 28, 2012


The pulling of string
A heart so fierce, yet so tired.

Pulling out the actual heartstrings.

A moment of weakness, performing on that stage.

A bodacious smile to please the unknowing crowd.

The puppet is weak

No more ludicrious laughter to hide the ambushed emotion

The brutal pain that others see through the laughter

No one tells,

Hush, Hush, they say

Break Free! No more strings!

The puppet no longer feels like a dangling corpse wit no flesh to bear..

The heart of the puppet has broken free..

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