A poem about breaking free from the people that control you and that you're never a puppet until death overcomes you.
Puppet Strings
© Amber Duncan
I am a puppet, held up by your strings.
I am a puppet trapped in your ring.
I am a puppet for you to enjoy,
I am a puppet I am your toy.
I am a puppet for you to use
like hollow wood for you to use
I am attached I'm only yours
a puppets act to earn your applause
I am the peasant and you are the king
and my only escape is to cut the strings
There is only one way for a puppet to die...
You must cut the strings and commit suicide.
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