• Just a Puppet



    Little puppet on the string,

    We'll watch you dance,

    We'll watch you sing.

    A string snaps,

    Your soul breaks,

    Oh, how your heart aches.

    No Control.

    What a sad, lonely little soul.

    Falling into the deep, dark black.

    You try and try,

    But can't get back.

    You're thrown aside,

    No longer needed,

    And unable to hide.

    "A defect", they say,

    You lost your purpose,

    Or atleast you think that way.

    You try desperately to please the ones who have pushed you away,

    Often ignoring the ones that matter the most,

    Just to be led further and further astray.

    Poisonous imperfection eventually is your downfall,

    When finally you realise too late,

    "There really is no perfection at all."