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ramblings of a teenage girl

I am a marionette on strings
I move at the slightest touch
I respond to every whisper and word you say
My life is at your finger tips

All that I do
Is at your will
As I dance the lifeless dance of the possessed
I become you
I’m your servant, your slave
For you are the keeper of my soul
I am YOUR marionette
You use me when you need to
And throw me aside when you’re done
My life was carved out for me
For my fate, I can no longer run
The force has overcome me
I am tired of pleasing you day by day
I try to fight back with all the power I have
To only fall, fall, fall
Way….down
I am a lifeless marionette
The colors of your soul imprinted in my mind
Why did I ever think you could love me? Oh why!
You start carving more just like me
And with the move of your hand they will do anything
Now I lay on the floor
Broken pieces of my body surrounding
With worn out strings knotted and torn
I was a marionette on strings
I moved at the slightest touch
One day I decided to fight back
And now-
I am no one
My life…. is done

INSPIRED BY: KK(poem writer)

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