Mentally incapacitated,
But not drunk from liquors pour,
Intoxicating feeling,
But with this I don't want more,
Disconnected souls,
With a heart that's made from glass,
I feel like I'm Chippeto,
10 thousands strings out my a**,
I want to be a real boy,
Cried this little puppet toy,
A heart that's made from wood,
Brings no solid feels of joy,
He was fake from the beginning,
Not born to his true self,
Wanting to feel normal,
Meds and doctors could not help,
So this boy remained a puppet,
Controlled by his own fear,
Only to complete himself,
When puppets aren't here.

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