Can't seem to please them all
by tabitha-A
They are the audience,
You are their puppet.
Attached by ropes hanging above where a stage is lit,
Lights bright, shining right at you,
...from the day you were born.
They were all directors,
-all of them? -yes all of them.
How could there be more than one you may ask?
I guess that's the mystery,
Can't seem to please them all,
But this stage showcases all,
the bad, the good, your actions,
Now you tell me,
where you have no place to hide,
How does a puppet escape a stage and auditorium full
of directors,
Why live in misery?