Puppet


They make me crazy
These people who surround me
With their thoughts And beliefs
They think that they own me
They the masters, I the puppet
Not to be revived
Truth is
Once I was alive
Inhabited by my own Thoughts and ideas
Yet became a dispensable pawn
In the game of life
I've given all I could
All of me
Invested in their souls
Practically.
I'm beyond lost in their brainwash
They use and abuse me
Lead me to believe
This is how what life should be
Come back to life or become a lifeless puppet forever
In a wooden box six feet under
My thoughts accumulate
But soon dissipate
I just hope its not too late

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