i wrote this poem in drama a couple days ago and i wanted to know what you all think of it...
Everyone's Puppet
By: Yve Carruthers
"How is it going?"
They ask me, as I walk into the scene
Do they even care?
Why would they
To them I can just their puppet
Their toy
Their sea shell to whisper their secretes into
Something to throw away when through
"Fine."
I'll reply, most of the time
They don't want to hear what I really have to say
Why would they
To them I can just their puppet
Their toy
Their sea shell to whisper their secretes into
Something to throw away when through
Sometimes I'll slip
Sometimes I'll snap
Sometimes I hide
Sometimes I fall
Away into the night
And when I look for those,
Who had leaned on me
In their times of need,
I find that they are no where to be found
No one to hear my cries
No one to share my pain
No one to comfort me
Why would they
To them I am just the puppet with frayed strings
The toy that spit in two
The sea shell that shattered into a million pieces
Something they now must through away...
...because they are done with me....
...and I can no longer be used...
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