Keep on playing puppet master
pull my strings
Move my arms and legs 
Make me dance
Just remember
One day...
The strings will snap
I will be free

glynis-anne

Puppeteer

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victoria-koski

I literally welled in tears when I read this, my very first poem was built around the dream, or night mare rather of being a puppet. I will post it in my poems and would hope you'd have a look. It's titled "Is There A God." I like yours,  it's beautiful because it is simple. Straight to the point and ultimately wonderful. Thank-you for sharing it. 

katelyn

This poem went to close to home. It's strange how a small piece of writing can touch some one. You did a great job it is really good! 