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thepuppeteer Mar 8
A heavy weight on your shoulders will only grow heavier.

People around you support you to lift that heavy weight.

When nobody sees that heavy weight you eventually fall down.
The weight will be too heavy to bear.

You have no clue as to what to do.

But in the end you should know.

Your path does not end here.

It is not the end of the world.

Don't be afraid to hug yourself too.
thepuppeteer Mar 8
Am I just a fly on the wall to you?

Simple, and plain
A thing to be ignored

But you should know
This delicate flower is easily burned
The petals will fall off
And the ashes float up into the night

You have my thanks for teaching me this truth

If you are cruel in this cruel world,
You survive
If you are kind in this cruel world,
You become the victim.
The first part is about someone who is always listening, and feeling like you're being ignored and tossed to the side because people are talking about you when they know that you can hear them, the middle part is about getting hurt from always listening, and the last part is about how often times kind people get hurt more often than cruel people.
I'm not in control

I can't stop

I don't want to destroy myself
But my hands, they do

I yell and scream
Try as I might
I cannot stop

My hands won't listen to me
They are not mine

Please stop tearing me apart
Please stop the pain
Please stop destroying this body of mine
This poem is about a type of BFFB disorder known as Skin Picking Disorder. I feel rather uncomfortable talking about this topic other than what it's about, so I would appreciate it if you don't ask questions about my struggles with it personally.
thepuppeteer Mar 8
A bird trapped in a cage cannot fly

I am a bird trapped in a cage
But oh how I yearn to soar

If that bird is set free
It will soar and fly
It will come back.

I was a bird trapped in a cage
Oh how I yearned to be free

When I was set free
I soared and flew
And I came back
Because I was given freedom
thepuppeteer Mar 10
How do I smile?
How do I frown?
How do I laugh for a while?
How do I scowl?
How do I sneer?
How do I tell people how I feel?
Why don't I show people how I feel?
Why don't people understand?
My face
How do I change the look on my face?
thepuppeteer Mar 8
Locked up in a cage,
Those beasts are allowed to roam

The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick

It is like a mirror on the wall,
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.

Those who take, get.
And those who give, lose.

The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.
This is a poem I wrote about justice as a person. I think that's all I'm going to say.. I'd like others to try and interpret the poem this time :)
thepuppeteer Mar 22
I see it coming
We're going to crash again

It's going to happen

Something

Bad

Is

Going

To

Happen

They're going to be hit by a car
That house is going to come crashing down

I see it
I see it all

I see it
It's coming

We're going to crash again

I'm ******* terrified

I can't live how I used to before

I can't go on my phone anymore

I have to watch
I have to pay attention

We're going to crash again

Life isn't how it was before

And no one will understand
I know I haven't posted in a while, I've been busy. This poem is about how I feel after my car crash, this car crash happened recently, March 5th 2025, there was a bad snowstorm where I live and school wasn't canceled even though practically all other schools were. The other woman who was driving couldn't stop and slid into the rear passenger door (where I was sitting), ever since then I can't stop seeing the car about to crash whenever we're in a roundabout or we get close to other cars, and sometimes I even see accidents happen that aren't even related to the accident, it's like I just keep having visions of accidents happening whenever I see something that could result in an accident, these accidents usually never actually happen, but it makes it hard to continue regular life while riding in the car.
thepuppeteer Mar 8
I could be so much more
There is a want inside of me
To be so much more
I want to show people
Who I truly am
I want them to understand
The genius inside of me
What you see
Is only a portion of me

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