I am who I am with no strings attached Yet I have strings coming from my back And my handler does not want to let go
I am sometimes a hypocrite I know that But my handler convinces me of my false innocence Puts me in an eternal trap
I have power that is grand But it is all hard for me to understand So I sit back and cry because I am bounded by invisible chains Held down in the chair of thoughts And the unnecessary feeling of helplessness takes over
My handler sits in MY THRONE Yet has the nerve to throw stones at my temple Hits me with words of rocks and mocks me like a court jester
"Poor me",I say "Poor me", I cry "Poor me", I wail Then I stop....
I then open up my eyes and see a mirror where my handler once sat I walk towards it slowly and cautiously, but seeing that it is me I run with enthusiasm to the red velvet seat and I plop my bottom on the chair I grasp the chair arms and with a smile on my face I put on my amethyst crown and smile face to face with my kingdom
Please, anyone who is reading, please comment on how I can improve my written works. I would like to become a better poet so any advice would be appreciated. :)