In life,
I’m just a puppet
No free will
nor the ability to sing
dancing through life
totally off beat
Heart pinched and stitched
head hanging in defeat
I sullenly dance to the piano
as it’s belting notes bittersweet
The children loose their smiling eyes
as the music man sadly whispers goodbye
But I hold my place
a torn punching bag
broken, beaten, bruised, a pathetic disgrace
Eyes glossy and iridescent
staring aimlessly at the walls
mind filled with sights unpleasant
I long to have
the prettier days
of gumdrops and rainbows
honeydew and constant praise
dreaming of the sun beating down on my shining face
But now
I sway
my heart no longer light as a feather
but heavy as lead
just wanting to close my eyes
and lay down my head
Forever plastering a smile
yet praying to be dead.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
In life,
I’m just a puppet
No free will
nor the ability to sing
dancing through life
totally off beat
Heart pinched and stitched
head hanging in defeat
I sullenly dance to the piano
as it’s belting notes bittersweet
The children loose their smiling eyes
as the music man sadly whispers goodbye
But I hold my place
a torn punching bag
broken, beaten, bruised, a pathetic disgrace
Eyes glossy and iridescent
staring aimlessly at the walls
mind filled with sights unpleasant
I long to have
the prettier days
of gumdrops and rainbows
honeydew and constant praise
dreaming of the sun beating down on my shining face
But now
I sway
my heart no longer light as a feather
but heavy as lead
just wanting to close my eyes
and lay down my head
Forever plastering a smile
yet praying to be dead.
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