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Puppet
Life full of things unborn,
Living in a plastic skin.
Everything feels prosthetic,
This will never be my life,
It'll never be me;
I'll never fit into this country as a perfect america barbie doll with the perfect skin,
the boobs of silicon,
Teeth made to look like a dazzling ray of sunshine.
I'm the ragged doll on the shelf that no one wants,
i'm the one with the scars reminding me of who I am,
The one thats eyes are faded and cloudy,
The one with blood stains on her dress,
With the tears wearing away at the paint.
I have no hope for myself in this world because it's not me,
It never will be,
I'll never fit into this place with no where to go but down and when it does, I'll still be on that shelf with no one to go down with.
because i'll never fit into this place,
It's me on that shelf,
Just a wooden puppet,
Destroyed and splintered.
There's nothing to hold onto,
I'll never be part of this world,
It isn't me, never will be.
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Comments
black phoenix Says:
your rhythm is really difficult to catch on this piece.. maybe playing with the spacing and punctuation to form it to the way you would say it out loud would help?
its too bad that so many people fall for this false vision of "perfection" in the world today..
boobookittyfuck Says:
fuck i love this! its more of a prose but the fuckers dont have a section for it, its what i write cause im not good at rhyming hehehe well im faving it very strong powerful emotional words! great peice!