even so the human girl still prances and dances,
like a living puppet for other amusement.
The puppet girl beyond the point of annoyance.
The puppet girl strikes back with verbal fighting,
but she is struck down by other's rotten tomatos.
One more show goes unsold and no more encore.
This is the fate that the puppet girl reaps.
No reward for any sort of show,
instead se gets case aside for something better.
The new "3D animation" is all the rage now,
reality TV and crappy shows is now her successor.
The puppet girl still is put on to preform,
like a monkey in a cage she plays the same thing,
giving what others throw at her and contorl every move.
This is the fate that the puppet girl reaps.
An eternity as a living puppet and no one to revive her.
The puppet girl has seen her last show on a grand stage,
Now she is thrown into a closet because she has grown to old.
Puppet girl forever is collecting dust and slowly rotting away long forgotten.
No one remembers the puppet girl,
only vague memories of what she used to be.
She is trapped in a curse that cannot be broken it seems.
This is the fate that the puppet girl reaps.
Author notes
This is basically how i felt my whole life. i'm nothing more of a puppet to those around me. once they grow tired of me they just abuse me and try to get rid of me. its mostly the family and my sister's best friend that does this mainly.
this is part of the reason i don't have any friends or any social life, is because they would to try to control and manipulate them as well.
what do you think?
Comments
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We almost never learn to control,but manage ourselves.People shape other people,some good,some bad. We are all influented by others but we try to find our way. True friends help guide us to be the best we can be. This poem is very true and we all can relate. Good piece.


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It is good that you are able to see this situation objectively and to express yourself. Hopefully you will be able to get out on your own and find a new stage where you are in control.
