Poem about Teen Life

Poem About Control

A poem about breaking free from the people that control you and that you're never a puppet until death overcomes you.

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Puppet Strings


Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011 with permission of the author.

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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