The despair that holds her back tugs on her heartstrings 
But like a puppet she will obediently play along 
She was once optimistic and filled with joy
But that way of life soon came to an end
Her mind was used as a distorted decoy 
The distraction that consumed her entire world 
She wanted something to change 
It didn't matter if that were good or bad 
She wished she could take a stand 
And sometimes imagined that she had 
Under the influence of a higher strength
She patiently waited untouched 
Looking to anyone for the answers 
With the piece of hope that she clutched 
Was she weak or a diamond in the ruff?
Passing her by without looking twice
She knew this life would be tough 
But she never got to roll the dice 
Succumbed to her controller, she falls short 
This won't be her last match
The strength she's building inside will be enough 
To make that final catch 
The thin, torn strings are starting to break 
Soon the puppet will be free of the ache									
								
Feeling Helpless
The puppet was me. I still feel like that sometimes. Last year I had to break the strings. I was in an 8 year relationships. I was his puppet. Whatever he said to do, I had to do it or he...
Puppet
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2018 with permission of the Author.
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