"PERSPECTIVE OF A PUPPET"

I am but a puppet pulled at the limbs

Every piece of my body overpowered by him

Not a movement for myself though the thoughts are mine

Put on a show for your precious audience

Wouldn’t want to waste their time

Or make them use an unnecessary dime

Paint’s chipped

How dare you he says

You should take a rest he says

But I know it’s because I’m too ugly to dance

My scratched wood and broken strings

What you made me out to be

Prevent me from being the heroine everyone wants to see in the story

This meant to be a tale told by you and shown by me

But because my worn down imperfections are shown I’m left to fend for myself in the sea

Seen by none and missed by barely anyone

I am but your pine wood doll pulled at the strings

Unlike all your beloved porcelain pretty little things

Why am I still owned by you

Is it because your admirers are mesmerized by the tale I tell

Well the tale you tell and the tale I sway to

If I could I’d scream to them there was so much more I could do

If only you’d cut my strings and let me move

Voice my own story rather than you for me

Scream to let me go from this prison contrived by my creator

But also the scene before me

Give me the key to the life I call free

Or simply put me out of my misery and cut the strings

Draw even more life out of the eyes of this wooden puppet of yours

Find someone else to do your theatrical chores

Eyes glossed over even more than usual

Pull the arms that belong to me until they are unhooked from the hole they’ve been placed

On the other hand let me flip the case

Let me free willingly

Let me make more of what you see me to be

I want to be more than an item merely draped across your counter

I want to experience the magnificence of a lotus flower

In the dead of night, sit upon the roof of the trailer we call home

Watch the stars isolated within a planetarium dome

I quit the life of an imperfect, non-porcelain puppet slave

A life where I’m barricaded in hand waves and melodramatic theatric caves

I’m out

Cut my strings

Remove the handcuffs I’ve been created with

I’m out

I’m not your porcelain princess placed high on a pedestal

My plastic eyes, not made of crystal

So let me go I’m out

I’ve screamed and shouted now let me go

Twisting and turning, knotting the cord

You must’ve been bored because you cut me loose

I guess the life I wanted was just something I had to choose

-ifthenightcouldtalk