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by babblingxbrooke Nov 11, 2007
Sadness, depression /
I feel like I'm on display; a doll hanging by its strings.
just a puppet in this play called life; no one noticing.
with each and every action, my strings are becoming tight,
and me dangling from the other end, am sick of putting up a fight.
I let you do with me what you wish, the things I do you choose.
and in the end it never fails, that I'm the one to lose.
I no longer know who my real friends are; to many times have I been stabbed in the back.
and now the stuffing inside me, I am beginning to lack.
I'm always the target whose picked on; giving everyone a show.
but to the audience my true feelings, they would never believe or know.
for I am always the happy one, with a smile upon my face.
all of my harboring feelings, I am forced to erase.
because no one cares how I feel, they only care for themselves.
but me, I'm always willing, to lend a part of myself.
a shoulder to lean on, a hand when you may fall,
a heart to care, and ears for when you may call.
but I am just a puppet, whose putting on a show.
who I can really trust, at this point, I may never know.
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